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HYMNS 


FOR   THE 


Reformed  Church 


IN  THE 


UNITED   STATES. 


PHILADELPHIA: 
REFORMED    CHURCH    PUBLICATION   BOARD, 

■     No.  go7  ARCH  STREET. 


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at  Washington,  D.  C. 


Grant,  Faires  &  Rodgers, 
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PHILADELPHIA. 


HYMNS. 


FIRST  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT. 


^^  Jesus y  the  Hope  of  Israel,  the  Desire  of  all  Nations, "^^ 
\  L.  M. 

HAIL,  Jesus  !  Israel's  Hope  and  Light  ! 
Prophets  and  Priests  prepared  Thy  way, 
Thy  people,  through  the  breaking  night, 
With  waiting  joy  foresaw  Thy  day. 

2  By  Jacob's  Star  the  Gentiles  found 

Light  on  their  mystic  longings  poured  j 
Wise  men  from  dismal  regions  round, 
Bowed  at  Thy  manger  and  adored. 

3  Thy  Advent,  Lord,  revives  the  world  ; 

Thy  life  shall  waiting  nations  know ; 
The  banner  of  Thy  truth  unfurled. 
Shall  glorious  on  the  mountains  glow. 

4  The  vales,  where  darkness  lingers  last, 

Now  kindle  in  prophetic  light ; 
The  morning  breaks  !  for  ever  past 
The  fearful  reign  of  ancient  night. 

5  Hail,  glorious  Advent !  heavenly  birth  ! 

Shout,  saints,  in  triumph  Christ  appears ; 
Good  will  to  men,  and  peace  on  earth. 
Shall  reign  throughout  the  golden  years. 

^' Hosanna  to  the  Son  of  David.'' 
8x,  Sj,  Sj,  B>s,  lis, 
OSANNA  to  the  living  Lord  ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  Incarnate  Word  ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven,  hosanna  sing. 

Hosanna  !  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

3 


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FIRST    SUNDAY    IN   ADVENT. 

2  '^Hosanna,"  Lord,  Thine  angels  cry; 
*'Hosanna,"  Lord,  Thy  saints  reply: 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around. 

The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 

Hosanna !  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

3  O  Saviour,  with  protecting  care 
Return  to  this.  Thy  house  of  prayer, 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  name, 
Where  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim. 

Hosanna !  Lord  !   Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

4  But,  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal,  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest; 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee. 

Hosanna !  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day. 

When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeem' d  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 

Hosanna !  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

Reginald  Heber,  1 8 il, 

^^ Blessed  is  He  that  cometh  in  the  na7ne  of  the  Lord,''^ 
J  L.  M.  6  lines. 

OCOME,  O  come,  Emanuel, 
And  ransom  captive  Israel; 
That  mourns  in  lowly  exile  here, 
Until  the  Son  of  God  appear. 
Rejoice  !   Rejoice  !   Emanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  O  Israel ! 

2  O  come.  Thou  Rod  of  Jesse,  free 
Thine  own  from  Satan's  tyranny; 
From  depths  of  hell  Thy  people  save, 
And  give  them  victory  o'er  the  grave. 

Rejoice  !  Rejoice  !  Emanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  O  Israel ! 

3  O  come.  Thou  Day-Spring,  come  and  cheer 
Our  spirits  by  Thine  Advent  here ; 
Disperse  the  gloomy  clouds  of  night, 

And  death's  dark  shadows  put  to  flight. 
Rejoice  !  Rejoice  !   Emanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  O  Israel  1 


FIRST   SUNDAY    IN    ADVENT. 

4  O'come,  Thou  Key  of  David,  come 
And  open  wide  our  heavenly  home ; 
Make  safe  the  way  that  leads  on  high 
And  close  the  path  to  misery. 

Rejoice  !  Rejoice !  Emanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  O  Israel ! 

5  O  come,  O  come.  Thou  Lord  of  Might  I 
Who  to  Thy  tribes,  on  Sinai's  height 

In  ancient  times  dids't  give  the  law, 
In  cloud,  and  majesty,  and  awe. 

Rejoice  !  Rejoice  !  Emanuel 

Shall  come  to  thee,  O  Israel ! 

Latin  Hymn,  12th  Century. 
Altered  from  J.  M.  Nealt. 

**  The  night  is  far  spent ,  the  day  is  at  hand. '  \ 

O'ER  the  distant  mountains  breaking, 
Comes  the  red'ning  dawn  of  day: 
Rise,  my  soul,  from  sleep  awaking. 
Rise  and  sing,  and  watch  and  pray : 

'Tis  thy  Saviour, 
On  His  bright  returning  way. 

2  O  Thou  long-expected,  weary 

Waits  my  anxious  soul  for  Thee: 
Life  is  dark,  and  earth  is  dreary. 
Where  Thy  light  I  do  not  see : 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  wilt  Thou  return  to  me? 

3  Long,  too  long  in  sin  and  sadness, 

Far  away  from  Thee  I  pine, 
When,  O  when,  shall  I  the  gladness 
Of  Thy  Spirit  feel  in  mine? 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  shall  I  be  wholly  Thine? 

4  Nearer  is  my  soul's  salvation. 

Spent  the  night,  the  day  at  hand; 
Keep  me  in  my  lonely  station, 
Watching  for  Thee,  till  I  stand, 

O  my  Saviour, 
In  Thy  bright  and  promised  land. 

5  With  my  lamp  well-trimmed  and  burning 

Swift  to  hear,  and  slow  to  roam, 

T* 


FIRST    SUNDAY    IN    ADVENT. 

Watching  for  Thy  glad  returning 
To  restore  me  to  my  home: 

Come,  my  Saviour, 
O  my  Saviour,  quickly  come ! 

y.  S.  B.  Monsell. 

'*  Watchman!   what  of  the  night ?'^ 
'js,   8  lines. 

WATCHMAN!  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are; 
Traveler!  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell? 
Traveler !  yes ;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel : 

Watchman  !   tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends; 
Traveler !   blessedness  and  light. 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends; 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveler  !  ages  are  its  own ; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth ! 

Watchman  !   tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn ; 
Traveler  !  darkness  takes  its  flight. 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn ; 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home ! 
Traveler !  lo  !   the  Prince  of  peace, 

Lo !  the  Son  of  God,  is  come ! 

yokn  Bowring,  1825, 


*^For  now  is  our  salvation  nearer  than  when  we  believeiV^ 
g  L.  M.    8  lines. 

GOD  bless  the  calm  and  holy  cheer 
That  ushers  in  the  Christian  year ; 
And,  whatsoe'er  of  gloom  or  shade 
Season  or  sorrow  may  Ixave  made, 
Lifts  us,  with  its  mysterious  power, 
Out  of  the  dark  and  dying  hour, 
Into  the  lights  which  ever  play 
Round  children  of  th'  Eternal  Day. 


SECOND    SUNDAY    IN   ADVENT. 

Blest  Advent  of  our  ling' ring  Lord  ! 
How  high  the  hope,  how  sure  the  word, 
That  thus,  with  every  year's  return, 
Makes  our  dull  hearts  within  us  burn 
For  that  long-sought  and  promised  day, 
When  ''  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away," 
And  Christ  from  highest  heav'ns  shall  come 
To  take  His  waiting  people  home. 

Since  childhood's  early  hours,  our  eyes 
Have  watch' d  the  East  for  red'ning  skies! 
Year  after  year  has  Advent  brought 
Nearer  to  us  the  Prize  we  sought ; 
But  still  it  lingers — O  that  we 
Were  more  prepared  to  welcome  Thee  ! 
Thine  Advent,  with  its  angel  throng. 
Would  not  be  tarrying.  Lord,  so  long. 

J.  S.  B.  Monsell,  1857. 


SECOND   SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT. 


o 


*^And  there  shall  be  signs  m  the  stm,  and  in  the  moon,  and  in 

the  stars y 
CM.    8  lines. 
,NCE  more,  O  Lord,  Thy  sign  shall  be 
_      Upon  the  heavens  displayed. 
And  earth  and  its  inhabitants 

Be  terribly  afraid : 
For,  not  in  weakness  clad.  Thou  com'st. 

Our  woes,  our  sins  to  bear. 
But  girt  with  all  Thy  Father's  might, 
His  judgment  to  declare. 

The  terrors  of  that  awful  day, 

O  who  can  understand  ? 
Or  who  abide,  when  Thou  in  wrath 

Shalt  lift  Thy  holy  hand  ? 
The  earth  shall  quake,  the  sea  shall  roar, 

The  sun  in  heaven  grow  pale ; 
But  Thou  hast  sworn,  and  wilt  not  change, 

Thy  faithful  shall  not  fail. 


3  Then  grant  us,  Saviour,  so  to  pass 
Our  time  in  trembling  here. 


8  SECOND    SUNDAY    IN    ADVENT. 

That  when  upon  the  clouds  of  heaven 

Thy  glory  shall  appear, 
Uplifting  high  our  joyful  heads 

In  triumph  we  may  rise, 
And  enter,  with  Thine  angel  train, 

Thy  palace  in  the  skies. 

George  W.  Doane. 


^^And  then  shall  they  see  the  Son  of  Man  coming  in  a  cloud  with 
power  and  great  glo7y. ' ' 

LO  !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  J 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train : 

Hallelujah  ! 
God  appears,  on  earth  to  reign  ! 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty; 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced,  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  Him  must,  confounded. 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day ; 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away  ! 

4  Now  Redemption,  long  expected. 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 
All  His  saints,  by  man  rejected. 
Now  shall  meet  Him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear ! 

5  Answer  Thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit ! 
f  Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom ; 

The  new  heav'n  and  earth  t'  inherit 
Take  Thy  pining  exiles  home; 

All  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bids  Thee  come ! 

6  Yea,  Amen  !  let  all  adore  Thee, 

High  on  Thine  eternal  throne : 


SECOND    SUNDAY   IN   ADVENT. 

Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own ; 

O  come  quickly, 
Everlasting  God,  come  down. 

Charles  Wesley  and  yohn  Cemtick. 

Altered  by  M.  Madan. 

'^A  light  to  lighten  the  Gentiles ^ 
8J-,   Is. 

LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death ! 
Come,  and,  by  Thy  love's  revealing, 
Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing ; 

Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor  benighted  heart. 

3  Save  us  in  Thy  great  compassion, 

O  Thou  mild,  pacific  Prince ! 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation. 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins; 

4  By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 
Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 
Guide  into  Thy  perfect  peace. 

Charles  Wesley,  1744. 


^^ Praise  the  Lord,  all  ye  Gentiles ^ 

10  ^'^   V- 

HAIL,   Thou  source  of  every  blessing. 
Sovereign  Father  of  mankind, 
Gentiles  now.  Thy  grace  possessing, 
In  Thy  courts  admission  find. 

2  Gratefully  we  bend  before  Thee, 

In  Thy  Church  obtain  a  place, 
Now,  by  faith,  behold  Thy  glory. 
Praise  Thy  truth  and  sing  Thy  grace. 

3  Hail,  Thou  ever-blessed  Saviour ; 

Gentiles  now  their  offerings  bring, 
In  Thy  temple  seek  Thy  favor, 

Worship  Thee  their  Lord  and  King. 

4  May  we  all,  sincere  in  spirit. 

Live  devoted  to  Thy  praise, 


lO  •    THIRD   SUNDAY   IN  ADVENT. 

Glorious  realms  of  bliss  inherit, 
Grateful  anthems  ever  raise. 

^^  And  I  saw  the  dead,  sinall  and  great  stafid  before  God.''* 
"1  "I  German  Choral. 

C"^  REAT  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ? 
X     The  end  of  things  created  : 
The  Judge  of  all  men  doth  appear 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  : 
The  trumpet  sounds,  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before ; 
Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  Him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  are  first  to  rise 

At  that  last  trumpet's  sounding; 
Caught  up  to  meet  Him  in  the  skies. 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding ; 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay ; 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  Him. 

3  The  ungodly,  filled  with  guilty  fears, 

Behold  His  wrath  prevailing ; 
In  woe  they  rise,  but  all  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing. 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone ; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  His  Throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  Him. 

4  Great  Judge,  to  Thee  our  prayers  we  pour, 

In  deep  abasement  bending  ! 
O  shield  us  through  that  last  dread  hour, 

Thy  wondrous  love  extending ; 
May  we,  in  this  our  trial  day. 
With  faithful  hearts  Thy  word  obey. 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  Thee. 

Ba7'tholoinew  Ringwaldt,  1585. 

Trans.    IV.  B.    Collyer  (1812)  and  others. 

THIRD  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT. 

^^ Behold,  I  send  7ny  messe?iger  before  thy  face.** 
12  L.  M. 

|N  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry 
_      Announces  that  the  Lord  is  nigh : 
Awake,  and  hearken,  for  he  brings 
Glad  tidings  of  the  Kmg  of  kings. 


o 


13 


THIRD  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT.  II 

2  Earth,  air  and  sea,  with  joy  elate, 
For  their  Creator's  Advent  wait ; 
The  very  elements  rejoice, 

And  welcome  Him  with  cheerful  voice. 

3  We,  too,  will  greet  our  coming  God ; 

And  cleanse  our  hearts,  and  smooth  the  road ; 
And  make  within  a  place  of  rest. 
Meet  home  for  such  a  royal  Guest. 

4  For  Thou  art  our  salvation.  Lord, 
Our  refuge,  and  our  great  reward  : 
Without  Thy  aid,  like  withering  grass, 
Man  into  nothingness  must  pass. 

5  To  heal  the  sick  stretch  forth  Thine  hand, 
And  bid  the  fallen  sinner  stand ; 
Reveal  Thy  face,  and  joy  restore, 

And  make  earth  paradise  once  more. 

Latin  Hymn. 

Trattslated  by  J.  Chandler. 

^^The  blind  receive  their  sight,  and  the  lame  walk.^^ 

C.  M. 

HARK  the  glad  sound!    the  Saviour  comes! 
The  Saviour  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  Him  the  Spirit  largely  poured, 

Exerts  His  sacred  fire ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love. 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release. 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray. 
And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  His  grace 
T' enrich  the  humble  poor. 


12  THIRD    SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim ; 
And  heav'n's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  Thy  beloved  name. 

Philip  Doddridge, 

^^O  let  the  nations  be  glad  and  sing  for  joy.' ^ 
C.  M. 

JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  sing. 

Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains, 

Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  : 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 

Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness. 

And  wonders  of  His  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


^^ All  the  ends  of  the  earth  shall  see  the  salvation  of  our  God.^* 
15  S.  M. 

COME,  Kingdom  of  our  God, 
Sweet  reign  of  life  and  love. 
Shed  peace,  and  hope,  and  joy  abroad 
And  wisdom  from  above. 


2  Over  our  spirits  first 

Extend  Thy  healing  reign  ; 
Then  raise  and  quench  the  sacred  thirst 
That  never  pains  again. 

3  Come,  Kingdom  of  our  God, 

And  make  the  broad  earth  Thine, 
Stretch  o'er  her  land  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flow'rs  with  grace  divine. 

4  Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest 

With  fruit  ^rom  life's  glad  tree : 


FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT. 


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And  in  its  shade  like  brothers  rest, 
Sons  of  one  family. 

Come,  Kingdom  of  our  God, 

And  raise  Thy  glorious  throne 
In  worlds  by  the  undying  trod, 

When  God  shall  bless  His  own. 

yo/ms  {Lyr.  Ajner.  1865). 

*' Therefore,  Judge  notJmig  befoi-e  the  time,  until  the  Lord  come:' 

CM. 

OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
_J   His  wonders  to  perform; 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea. 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never-failing  skill, 

He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs, 
And  works  His  sov' reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread. 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  Him  for  His  grace; 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast. 
Unfolding  every  hour; 

The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err. 
And  scan  His  work  in  vain ; 

God  is  His  own  interpreter. 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 

William  Cowper,  '^77^* 


FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT. 

^'I am  the  voice  of  one  crying  in  the  wilderness:* 
17  8x,  7J-. 

HARK  !    a  thrilling  voice  proclaiming. 
Sounds  aloud  the  coming  light. 


14  FOURTH    SUNDAY    IN    ADVENT. 

« 

From  the  heav'ns,  brightly  gleaming, 
Christ  shall  chase  away  the  night. 

2  Souls,  immersed  in  sin,  and  torpid, 

Wounded  by  its  venom' d  stings, 
Now  shall  rise :   for  lo  !   the  Day-Star 
Comes  with  healing  in  His  wings. 

3  From  on  high,  the  Lamb,  commissioned 

To  remove  our  guilt,  appears: 
Let  us  all,  to  gain  His  pardon 
Pray  with  penitential  tears — 

4  That,  when  at  His  second  Advent, 

Clouds  of  glory  mark  His  path, 
And  the  world  in  fiery  deluge 

Sinks  beneath  His  dreadful  wrath ; — 

5  We  may  not  for  sins  be  driven 

Exiles  into  endless  doom. 
But,  beneath  His  strong  protection 
Sheltered,  reach  eternal  Home. 

Ambrose. 

Translated  by  E.  E.  Higbee. 

*^ Repent ye^  for  the  kifigdom  of  heaven  is  at  hand.'^ 

H.  M. 

O  !   from  the  desert  homes 
Where  He  hath  hid  so  long, 
The  new  Elias  comes 

In  sternest  wisdom  strong  ; 
The  voice  that  cries — of  Christ  from  high 
And  judgment  nigh,  from  opening  skies. 

2  Your  God  e'en  now  doth  stand 
At  heaven's  opening  door. 

His  fan  is  in  His  hand. 

And  He  will  purge  His  floor ; 
The  wheat  He  claims,  and  with  Him  stows. 
The  chaff   He  throws,  to  quenchless  flames. 

3  Ye  haughty  mountains,  bow 
Your  sky-aspiring  heads; 

Ye  valleys,  hiding  low. 

Lift  up  your  gentle  meads ; 
Make  His  way  plain,  your  King  before. 
For  evermore — He  comes  to  reign. 

4  May  Thy  dread  voice  around, 
Thou  harbinger  of  Light, 


L' 


FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT.  I 5 

On  our  dull  ears  still  sound, 
Lest  here  we  sleep  in  night, 
Till  judgment  come,  and  on  our  path 
Shall  burst  the  wrath,  and  deathless  doom. 

5  O  God,  with  love's  sweet  might 
Who  dost  anoint  and  arm 
Thy  soldiers  for  the  fight 

With  grace  that  shields  from  harm, 
Thrice  blessed  Three,  heav'n's  endless  days 
Shall  sing  Thy  praise  eternally. 

Latin  Hymn. 

Translated  by  Isaac  Williams. 


' '  The  Lord  is  at  hand. '  * 
'\Q  L.  M.  6  lines. 

COME,  quickly  come,  dread  Judge  of  all ; 
For,  awful  though  Thine  Advent  be, 
All  shadows  from  the  trutli  will  fall. 

And  falsehood  die,  in  sight  of  Thee : 
Come,  quickly  come :   for  doubt  and  fear 
Like  clouds  dissolve  when  Thou  art  near. 

2  Come,  quickly  come,  great  King  of  all  \ 

Reign  all  around  us,  and  within ; 
Let  sin  no  more  our  souls  enthral. 

Let  pain  and  sorrow  die  with  sin  : 
Come,  quickly  come  :   for  Thou  alone 
Canst    make  Thy  scattered  people  one. 

3  Come,  quickly  come,  true  Life  of  all ; 

The  curse  of  death  is  on  the  ground ; 
On  every  home  his  shadows  fall. 

On  every  heart  his  mark  is  found : 
Come,  quickly  come  :   for  grief  and  pain 
Can  never  cloud  Thy  glorious  reign. 

4  Come,  quickly  come,  sure  Light  of  all. 

For  gloomy  night  broods  o'er  our  way; 
And  fainting  souls  begin  to  fall 

With  weary  watching  for  the  day : 
Come,  quickly  come  :   for  round  Thy  throne 
No  eye  is  blind,  no  night  is  known. 

iMwrence  Tuttieit. 


1 6  FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT. 

' '  To  give  light  to  them  that  sit  in  darkness,  and  in  the  shadow 

of  death. ' ' 

20  ^-  ^^• 

OVERY  God  of  very  God, 
And  very  Light  of  Light, 
Whose  feet  this  earth's  dark  valley  trod. 
That  so  it  might  be  bright ; 

2  Our  hopes  are  weak,  our  fears  are  strong. 

Thick  darkness  blinds  our  eyes ; 
Cold  is  the  night,  and  oh !  we  long 
That  Thou,  our  Sun,  would 'st  rise. 

3  And  even  now,  though  dull  and  grey. 

The  east  is  bright' ning  fast. 
And  kindling  to  the  perfect  day. 
That  never  shall  be  past. 

4  Oh,  guide  us  till  our  path  is  done. 

And  we  have  reached  the  shore 
Where  Thou,  our, Everlasting  Sun, 
Art  shining  evermore. 

5  We  wait  in  faith,  and  turn  our  face 

To  where  the  daylight  springs. 
Till  Thou  shalt  come  our  gloom  to  chase, 
With  healing  on  Thy  wings. 

J.  M.  Neale, 


21 


"  We  have  waited  for  Him,  and  He  will  save  ttsJ*^ 

L.  M. 

WHEN  shades  of  night  around  us  close. 
And  weary  limbs  in  sleep  repose. 
The  faithful  soul  awake  may  be, 
And  longing  sigh,  O  Lord,  to  Thee. 

2  Thou  true  Desire  of  nations,  hear ; 
Thou  Word  of  God,  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
In  pity  heed  our  humble  cries, 

And  bid  at  length  the  fallen  rise. 

3  O  come.  Redeemer,  come  and  free 
Thine  own  from  guilt  and  misery ; 
The  gates  of  heaven  again  unfold. 
Which  Adam's  sin  had  closed  of  old. 

Latin  Hymn. 

Hymns  A.  dr'  M. 


FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT.  1 7 

**  IVJien  the  fullness  of  time  was  come,  God  sent  forth  His  Sofiy 
made  of  a  woman. ' ' 

^  L.  M. 


COME,  Thou  Redeemer  of  the  earth, 
Come,  testify  Thy  Virgin-birth : 
All  lands  admire,  all  times  applaud  ; 
Thy  wondrous  birth  proclaims  Thee  God. 

2  The  Word  made  flesh  His  race  began, 
Begotten  of  no  mortal  man. 

But  of  the  Holy  Spirit's  might, 
A  Babe  yet  waiting  for  the  light. 

3  Forth  from  the  Father's  bosom  sent, 
Down  to  the  realms  of  death  He  went, 

To  Him  returned  —  He  claimed  His  own, 
And  rose  to  share  th'  eternal  throne. 

4  And  there  with  God  the  Father  One, 
He  wears  forever  on  the  throne 
The  Flesh  in  which  He  fought,  to  be 
The  trophy  of  His  victory. 

5  O.hear  our  prayer.  Eternal  Son, 
Made  flesh  to  be  our  Champion ! 
The  weakness  of  our  mortal  state 
With  deathless  might  invigorate. 

6  Thy  cradle  here  shall  glitter  bright. 
And  darkness  breathe  a  newer  light. 
Where  endless  faith  shall  shine  serene. 
And  twilight  never  intervene. 

Latin  Hymn,  6tk  Centtiry. 

Translation  CotnpiUd. 

'^  Even  SO  y  Come,  Lord  Jesus. '^ 
L.  M. 

JESUS,  Thy  Church  with  longing  eyes 
For  Thine  expected  coming  waits. 
When  will  the  promised  light  arise, 
And  glory  beam  from  Zion's  gates? 

O  come  and  reign  o'er  every  land ; 

Let  Satan  from  his  throne  be  hurled, 
All  nations  bow  to  Thy  command. 

And  grace  revive  a  dying  world. 

*:  B 


23 


1 8  CHRISTMAS-DAY. 

3  Teach  us,  in  watchfulness  and  prayer, 
To  wait  for  the  appointed  hour; 
And  fit  us,  by  Thy  grace,  to  share 

The  triumphs  of  Tliy  conq'ring  power. 

lV7n.  H.  Bathurst. 


CHRISTMAS-DAY. 


^^ Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  and  on  earth,  peace,  good-will 

toward  men. ' ' 

24  7s. 

HARK  !  the  herald-angels  sing 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King : 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled. 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem. 

3  Christ,  by  highest  heav'n  adored, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord, 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb. 

4  Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see  ! 
Hail,  th'  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleased  as  Man  with  man  to  dwell, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel. 

5  Hail,  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace  ! 

Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  His  wings. 

6  Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by. 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die, 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth. 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

Charles  Wesley. 

^^Unto  you  is  born  this  day,  in  the  city  of  David-,  a  Saviour, 
which  is  Christ  the  Lord. ' ' 

25  c-  M. 

WHILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night. 
All  seated  on  the  ground, 


■  CHRISTMAS-DAY.  jq 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  ''Fear  not,"  said  he;   (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  ;  ) 
"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born  of  David's  line 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord ; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign.. 

4  "The  heav'nly  Babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  displayed. 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  Seraph ;  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and   thus 
Address' d  their  joyful  song. 

6  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  heav'n  to  men 
Begin,  and  never  cease ! ' ' 

Nahum   Tate,  1696. 

^^And  suddenly  there  was  with  the  Angel  a  multitude  of  the 

heavenly  host  praising  God^ 

8i",  7J-. 

HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices, 
Heav'nly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 
Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy ; 

"Glory  in  the  highest,  glory! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  "Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 

Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  "Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 
Heav'n  and  earth  His  praises  sing! 


20  CHRISTMAS-DAY. 

O  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5   "Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him; 
Learr/His  name,  and  taste  His  joy 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  Him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! ' ' 

John  Cawood,  1825. 


*^And  let  all  the  angels  of  God  worship  Hwi. ' ' 
L.  M. 

WHEN  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still. 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill; 
When  Bethlehem's  shepherds  through  the  night 
Watched  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light; 

2  Hark  !   from  the  midnight  hills  around 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound, 
In  distant  Alleluias  stole, 

Wild  murm'ring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  Then  swift  to  every  startled  eye. 
New  streams  of  glory  light  the  sky, 
Heav'n  bursts  her  azure  gates,  to  pour 
Her  Spirits  to  the  midnight  hour. 

4  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame. 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came ; 

High  heav'n  with  songs  of  triumph  rang. 
While  loud  they  struck  their  harps  and  sang. 

5  O  Zion !    lift  thy  raptured  eye, 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh. 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again. 

The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

6  He  comes  !  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart ; 
Bid  Satan  and  his  wiles  depart : 

Again  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom  ! 

7  O  Zion  !  lift  Thy  raptured  eye, 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh. 
Sing  praises,  with  the  angel  host, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Thomas  Campbell,  1820. 


CHRISTMAS-DAY.  21 

*' Break  forth  info  Joy,  sing  together,  ye  waste  places  of 
Jerusalem. ' ' 

28  II"^?    II-^J    1 2  J,    Hi",    I  ox,    lOJ". 

ZION  !     the  marvellous  story  be  telling ; 
The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  His  birth ! 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling. 

He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  He  reigns  upon  earth. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

2  Tell  how  He  cometh :   from  nation  to  nation. 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round  ; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  He  offers  salvation, 

His  people  with  joy  everlasting  are  crown'd. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing. 

And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise ; 
Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing. 

One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and  the  skies. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

Win.  A.  Muhlenberg. 

'  ^Let  us  go  now  even  unto  Bethlehem  and  see  this  thing  which 
has  co7ne  to  pass.^ 

29  ^2x,  I IX,  I IX,  7x,  yx,  I  ox. 

DRAW  nigh,  all  ye  faithful,  joyous  and  triumphant, 
And  greet  ye  at  Bethlehem  the  Babe,  the  Word  ! 
In  lowly  manger  lies  the  King  of  angels  ! 
O  come  let  us  adore  Him, 
O  come  let  us  adore  Him, 
O  come  let  us  adore  Him,  Christ  the  Lord ! 

2  God  of  God  Almighty,  Light  of  Light  Eternal, 

Thou  hast  not,  O  Christ,  The  Virgin's  womb  abhorred: 
Very  God  of  Very  God,  begotten  not  created : 
O  come  let  us  adore  Him,  &c. 

3  Shout  Alleluia,  all  ye  choirs  of  angels, 

Rejoice,  heav'nly  citizens,  with  glad  accord. 
Glory  to  God  !  to  God  on  high  be  gjory, 
O  come  let  us  adore  Him,  &c. 


2  2  CHRISTMAS-DAY. 

4  Here,  Lord  !  we  would  greet  Thee,  born  this  happy  morning, 
O  Jesus  !   for  ever  be  Thy  Name  adored, 
Word  of  the  Father,  now  for  us  Incarnate ! 
O  come  let  us  adore  Him,  &c. 

Latin  Hymn. 

XV.  Century.     Trans,  f 

*^The  Word  was  made  flesh,  and  dwelt  among  us.^^ 

L.  M. 

O  CHRIST,  Redeemer  of  our  race. 
Thou  Brightness  of  the  Father's  face, 
Of  Him  and  with  Him  ever  One, 
Ere  times  and  seasons  had  begun ; 

2  Thou  that  art  very  Light  of  Light, 
Unfailing  Hope  in  sin's  dark  night. 
Hear  Thou  the  prayers  Thy  people  pray 
The  wide  world  o'er,  this  blessed  day. 

3  Remember,  Thou,  who  all  didst  make. 
How,  for  Thy  fallen  creatures'  sake, 
Thou,  in  the  Holy  Virgin's  womb. 
Didst  our  humanity  assume. 

4  To-day,  as  year  by  year  its  light 
Sheds  o'er  the  world  a  radiance  bright. 
One  precious  truth  is  echoed  on, 

**'Tis  Thou  hast  saved  us.  Thou  alone." 

5  Thou  from  the  Father's  throne  didst  come 
To  call  His  banished  children  home ; 
And  heav'n  and  earth,  and  sea  and  shore 
His  love  who  sent  Thee  here  adore. 

6  And  gladsome  too  are  we  to-day, 
Whose  guilt  Thy  blood  has  washed  away ; 
Redeemed,  the  new-made  song  we  sing; 
It  is  the  birthday  of  our  King. 

Latin  Hymn,  6tk  Centtiry. 

H.  W.  Baker,  &>  E.  CaawalU 

''In  the  Lord  shall  all  the  seed  of  Israel  be  justified , 

and  shall  glory. ' ' 

C.  M. 

HIGH  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes. 
And  join  th'  angelic  throng ; 
The  angels  no  such  love  have  known 
As  we,  to  wake  their  song. 


CHRISTMAS-DAY.  23 

2  Good  will  to  sinful  man  is  shown, 

And  peace  on  earth  is  given  ; 
For,  lo  !   th'  incarnate  Saviour  comes 
With  messages  from  heav'n. 

3  Justice  and  grace,  with  sweet  accord, 

His  rising  beams  adorn  : 
Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  join, 
*'The  promis'd  Child  is  born." 

4  Glory  to  God  in  highest  strains 

By  highest  worlds  is  paid  ; 
Be  glory  then  by  us  proclaimed, 

And  by  our  lives  displayed.  ' 

5  When  shall  we  reach  those  blissful  realms, 

Where  Christ  exalted  reigns, 
And  learn  of  the  celestial  choir 

Their  own  immortal  strains?         Doddridge,  1740. 

^^The  redeemed  of  the  Lord  shall  return,  and  come  with  singini 

unto  Ziony 
Zs,  "js,  8  lines, 
O  more  sadness  now,  nor  fasting: 
Now  we  put  our  grief  away : 
God  came  down,  the  Everlasting, 

Taking  human  flesh,  to-day. 
God  came  down  on  earth  a  Stranger, 

Working  out  His  mighty  plan  ', 
God  was  cradled  in  a  manger, 
•Very  God,  and  very  Man. 

There  were  shepherds  once  abiding 

In  the  field  to  watch  by  night, 
And  they  saw  the  clouds  dividing. 

And  the  sky  above  was  bright ; 
And  a  glory  shone  around  them 

On  the  grass  as  they  were  laid  ; 
And  a  holy  angel  found  them. 

And  their  hearts  were  sore  afraid. 

''Fear  ye  not,"  he  said  ;   ''for  cheerful 

Are  the  tidings  that  I  bring. 
Unto  you,  so  weak  and  fearful, 

Christ  is  born,  the  Lord  and  King.'* 
As  the  angel  told  the  story 

Of  the  Saviour's  lowly  birth. 
Multitudes  were  singing  "Glory 

Be  to  God,  and  peace  on  earth !  '* 


N 


24  ST.    STEPHEN  S   DAY. 

4  Since  Thy  love  for  our  salvation, 

Saviour,  covered  Thee  with  shame, 
Let  Thy  Church,  in  every  nation. 

Sing  the  glory  of  Thy  Name  ', 
Let  Thy  Holy  Spirit  make  us 

Full  of  humbleness  and  love. 
Like  Thyself,  until  Thou  take  us 

To  our  Father's  house  above.  yno.  M.  Neale, 

*' And  the  light  shineth  in  darkness ^ 
L.  M.   8  lines, 

WHEN  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky. 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train. 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye : 
Hark  !  hark  !   to  God  the  chorus  breaks. 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks ; 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind,  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark : 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose ; 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And,  thro'  the  storm,  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace : 
Now,  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  more, 

The  Star  —  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

Henry  Kirke  White,  1804. 


ST.  STEPHEN'S  DAY. 


^^The  noble  army  of  martyrs  praise  Thee."** 
O^L  7-^j  ^^^  ^  lines. 

T;7R0M  all  Thy  saints  in  warfare, 
t^     For  all  Thy  saints  at  rest, 


ST.    STEPHEN  S    DAY.  2^ 

To  Thee,  O  blessed  Jesus, 

All  praises  be  address' d. 
Thou,  Lord,  didst  win  the  battle, 

That  they  might  conqu'rors  be  ; 
Their  crowns  of  living  glory 

Are  lit  with  rays  from  Thee. 

2  Praise  for  the  first  of  martyrs. 

Who  saw  Thee  ready  stand 
To  aid  in  midst  of  torments, 

To  plead  at  God's  right  hand. 
Share  we  with  Him,  if  summon' d 

By  death  our  Lord  to  own, 
On  earth  the  faithful  witness, 

In  heaven  the  martyr  crown. 

3  Apostles,  prophets,  martyrs. 

And  all  the  sacred  throng, 
Who  wear  the  spotless  raiments, 

Who  raise  the  ceaseless  song ; 
For  these,  pass'd  on  before  us, 

Saviour,  we  Thee  adore. 
And,  walking  in  their  footsteps, 

Would  serve  Thee  evermore. 

4  Then  praise  we  God,  the  Father, 

And  praise  we  God,  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Spirit, 

Eternal  Three  in  One  ; 
Till  all  the  ransom 'd  number 

Fall  down  before  the  throne. 
And  honor,  power,  and  glory 

Ascribe  to  God  alone.  Ear/  Nelson, 

**  We  rejoice  before  Thee  hi  the  blessed  cominunion  of  all  Thy 

saints. ' ' 

35  s.  M. 

FOR  Thy  true  servants,  Lord, 
Who  strove  in  Thee  to  live. 
Who  follow' d  Thee,  obeyed,  adored. 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 

2  For  Thy  true  servants,  Lord, 
Who  strove  in  Thee  to  die. 
And  found  in  Thee  a  full  reward. 
Accept  our  thankful  cry. 


26  ST.  Stephen's  day. 

3  Thine  earthly  members  fit 

To  join  Thy  saints  above, 
In  one  communion  ever  knit, 
One  fellowship  of  love. 

4  Jesus,  Thy  name  we  bless, 

And  humbly  pray  that  we 
May  follow  them  in  holiness 
Who  lived  and  died  for  Thee. 

Altered fro7n  Richard  Mant,  1849. 


P 


*^Be  thou  faithful  unto  death,  aud  I  will  give  thee  a  crown  of  life. 

Qg  2>s,  ^s,    8  lines. 

iRAISE  to  Thee,  O  Lord  most  Holy, 
_      King  of  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky ; 
Be  Thy  name  adored  solely 

For  each  martyr's  victory. 
Let  the  voice  of  praise  and  blessing 

Evermore  to  Thee  ascend, 
For  Thy  glories  everlasting, 

For  Thy  mercies  without  end. 

2  For  the  saints  of  every  nation, 
Who  with  joy  their  blood  outpoured  ; 

Gave  themselves  a  pure  obLition 

In  the  service  of  their  Lord ; 
Who,  in  life  and  death  undaunted. 

By  their  faith  the  world  o'ercame  ; 
Scorned  alike  its  pleasures  vaunted, 

And  its  doom  of  sword  and  flame. 

3  Fearless,  though  by  foes  surrounded, 
Threats  and  bribes  unmoved  they  heard; 

And  the  hearts  of  kings  confounded 
By  the  Truth's  soul-piercing  word. 

Therefore  heav'n's  bright  crown  of  laurel 
Decks  each  calm  and  sainted  brow ; 

Therefore  clothed  in  white  apparel 
With  the  Lamb  they  triumph  now. 

4  In  His  sacred  footsteps  treading 
They  His  glorious  throne  will  share; 

And  with  anthems  never  ending 

Praise  Him  in  heav'n's  mansions  fair. 


ST.    JOHN    THE    EVANGELIST  S "  DAY.  27 

In  our  joyful  celebration 

Of  the  martyr  host  above, 
May  our  hearts'  deep  adoration 

Mingle  with  their  songs  of  love. 

H.  M.  C.  in  Hymnary, 


ST.  JOHN  the  EVANGELIST'S  DAY. 


A" 


''/,  Joh7i,  was  in  the  isle  called  Patmos,  for  the  word  of  God,  and 
for  the  testimony  of  Jesus  Christ. ' ' 
S.  M. 

N  exile  for  the  faith 
Of  his  Incarnate  Lord, 
Beyond  the  stars,  beyond  all  space 
The  loved  disciple  soared  : 

2  There  saw  in  glory  Him 
Who  liveth  and  was  dead ; 

There  Judah's  Lion  and  the  Lamb 
That  for  our  ransom  bled ; 

3  There  of  the  kingdom  learnt 
The  mysteries  sublime ; 

How,  sown  in  martyrs'  blood,  the  faith 
Should  spread  from  clime  to  clime. 

4  Lord,  give  us  grace,  like  him, 
In  Thee  to  live  and  die ; 

To  spurn  the  fleeting  things  of  earth, 
And  seek  for  joys  on  high. 

Latin  Hymn. 

Altered  from  E.  CaswalV s  Trans. 

^^The  disciple  whom  Jesus  loved.' ^ 

L.  M. 

THOU,  who  gav'st  Thy  servant  grace 
On  Thee  the  living  rock  to  rest. 
To  look  on  Thine  unveiled  face. 
And  lean  on  Thy  protecting  breast ; 

Grant  us,  O  King  of  mercy,  still 

To  feel  Thy  presence  from  above, 
And  in  Thy  word  and  in  Thy  will 

To  hear  Thy  voice  and  know  Thy  love; 


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28  ST.    JOHN    THE    EVANGELIST'S    DAY. 

3  And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  done, 
And  nature  waits  Thy  just  decree, 
To  find  our  rest  beneath  Thy  throne. 
And  look  in  certain  hope  to  Thee. 

Reginald  Heber, 

* '  The  love  of  Christ,  which  passeth  knowledge. ' ' 

39  _  C.  p.  M. 

LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  by  thee? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love. 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me ! 

2  O  that  I  could,  with  favor' d  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast! 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lard,  to  find  in  Thee 

My  everlasting  rest ! 

3  Only  Thy  love  do  I  require, 
Nothing  on  earth  below  desire. 

But  this  in  heav'n  above; 
Let  earth,  and  heav'n,  and  all  things  go, 
Give  me  Thy  only  love  to  know, 

Impart  to  me  Thy  love. 

Charles    Wesley. 

*'Who  is  he  that  overcometh  the  world,  but  he  that  believeth  thai 
Jesus  is  the  So7i  of  God, 

40  _  L.  M. 

J  OT  by  the  martyr's  death  alone 

The  martyr's  crown  in  heav'n  is  won: 
There  is  a  triumph  set  on  high 
For  bloodless  fields  of  victory. 

2  What  though  he  was  not  called  to  feel 
The  cross,  or  flame,  or  torturing  wheel, 
Yet  daily  to  the  world  he  died, 
His  flesh,  through  grace,  he  crucified. 

3  What  though  nor  chains,  nor  scourges  sore, 
Nor  cruel  beasts  his  members  tore, 
Enough  if  perfect  love  arise 
To  Christ  a  grateful  sacrifice. 


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THE    innocents'    DAY.  29 

4  When  self-control  the  flesh  subdues, 
And  faith  the  wayward  soul  imbues, 
Love,  with  her  torch-light  from  the  skies, 
Shall  fire  the  holy  sacrifice. 

5  Lord,  grant  us  so  to  Thee  to  turn. 
That  we  to  die  through  life  may  learn ; 
And  when  this  fleeting  life  is  o'er 
May  live  with  Thee  for  evermore. 

Latin  Hymn. 

Tratislation  Compiled. 


THE  INNOCENTS'  DAY. 


'These  were  redeemed  from  among  men,  being  the  first  fruits  unt0 

God,  and  to  the  Lamb. ' ' 

S.  M. 

GLORY  to  Thee,  O  Lord, 
Who  from  this  world  of  sin, 
By  cruel  Herod's  ruthless  sword 
Those  precious  ones  didst  win. 

2  Baptized  in  their  own  blood, 
Earth's  untried  perils  o'er, 

They  passed  unconsciously  the  flood, 
And  safely  gained  the  shore. 

3  Glory  to  Thee  for  all 
The  ransomed  infant  band. 

Who  since  that  hour  have  heard  Thy  call, 
And  reached  the  quiet  land. 

4  Oh  that  our  hearts  within. 
Like  theirs,  were  pure  and  bright ! 

Oh  that  as  free  from  deeds  of  sin 
We  shrank  not  from  Thy  sight ! 

5  Lord,  help  us  every  hour 
Thy  cleansing  grace  to  claim ; 

In  life  to  glorify  Thy  power. 
In  death  to  praise  Thy  name. 


Emma  Toke. 


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30  FIRST   SUNDAY    AFTER    CHRISTMAS. 

FIRST  SUNDAY  AFTER  CHRISTMAS. 


^^ Conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  horn  of  the  Virgin  Mary.''* 

L.  M.   6  tines. 

OCOME,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing ; 
Come,  praise  the  birth  of  Christ  our  King : 
Let  all  the  hosts  of  heav'n  rejoice, 
And  praise  Him  both  with  heart  and  voice : 
Sing  ye,  from  greatest  unto  least, 
Our  blest  Redeemer's  marriage  feast. 

See,  o'er  the  earth  new  light  is  shed, 
And  all  the  ancient  gloom  is  fled ; 
God's  grace  descending  open  throws 
The  courts  that  sin  of  old  did  close ; 
For  Mary,  Virgin  undeliled, 
Folds  in  her  arms  the  new-born  Child. 

'Twas  hers  upon  her  breast  to  rear 
Him,  who  alone  man's  guilt  may  bear, 
To  whom,  o'er  all  in  earth  and  heaven, 
The  rod  of  might  and  power  is  given, 
To  whom  from  earth's  remotest  ends 
The  voice  of  prayer  and  praise  ascends. 

So  we,  in  lowly  homage  bent. 

Our  tribute  due  of  love  present; 

Beseeching  Him  with  pitying  eye 

To  look  on  us  His  family. 

To  fill  our  hearts  with  plenteous  peace. 

And  bid  all  wars  and  tumults  cease. 

And  then  when  all  our  course  is  run, 
And  sorrows  ended,  task-work  done. 
Then  may  He  lead  us  there,  where  sin 
And  sorrow  never  enter  in ; 
Where  He  at  God's  right  hand  is  throned. 
As  Lord  and  King  for  ever  owned. 

There,  as  in  His  surpassing  might, 

Things  far  and  near  He  orders  right ; 

He  on  the  just  their  portion  blest 

Bestows,  the  chiefest  and  the  best, 

Where  shines  the  light  on  that  blest  shore, 

Our  joy,  our  peace  for  evermore.         E.  H.  Plumptre, 


FIRST   SUNDAY    AFTER    CHRISTMAS.  3 1 

^^ Blessed  be  the  Lord   God  of  Israel :  for  He  hath  visited  and 
redee77ied  His  people. ' ' 

AIL !  Thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  Thy  people  free ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us; 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee. 


H 


2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  Thou  art ; 
Long-desired  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born  Thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  Child,  yet  God  our  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever. 

Now  Thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  Thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone; 
By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit. 

Raise  us  to  Thy  glorious  throne. 

Charles  Wesley,  1744. 

Behold,  a  Virgin  shall  be  with  child,  and  shall  bring  forth 

a  Sony 
S.  M. 

EHOLD  !  the  grace  appears. 
The  promise  is  fulfilled ; 
Mary,  the  wondrous  virgin,  bears, 
And  Jesus  is  the  Child. 


B 


2  The  Lord,  the  highest  God, 

Calls  Him  His  only  Son ; 
He  bids  Him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  Him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  shall  He  reign 

With  a  peculiar  sway; 
The  nations  shall  His  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay. 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news, 

A  heavenly  form  appears; 
He  tells  the  shepherds  of  their  joys, 
And  banishes  their  fears : 


32  SECOND    SUNDAY    AFTER   CHRISTMAS. 

5  "Glory  to  God  on  high! 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth, 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth." 

6  In  worship  so  divine 

Let  saints  employ  their  tongues ; 
With  the  celestial  hosts  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

* '  The  Prhice  of  peace. ' ' 
S.  M. 

FATHER  !  our  hearts  we  lift 
Up  to  Thy  gracious  throne, 
And  thank  Thee  for  the  precious  gift 
Of  Thine  incarnate  Son. 

2  Jesus,  the  holy  Child, 
Doth,  by  His  birth,  declare, 

That  God  and  man  are  reconciled, 
And  one  in  Him  we  are. 

3  A  peace  on  earth  He  brings, 
Which  never  more  shall  end ; 

The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  King  of  kings, 
Declares  Himself  our  Friend. 

4  Oh  !  may  we  all  receive 
The  new-born  Prince  of  peace ; 

And  meekly  in  His  spirit  live, 
And  in  His  love  increase. 

Charles  Wesley,  1745. 


SECOND   SUNDAY  AFTER  CHRISTMAS. 


^^ And  in  His  temple  doth  every  one  speak  of  His  glory. '*^ 
.@  Sj-,  yj-,    6  lines. 

IN  His  temple  now  behold  Him, 
See  the  long-expected  Lord ; 
Ancient  prophets  had  foretold  Him, 

God  has  now  fulfilled  His  word. 
Now  to  praise  Him  His  redeemM 
Shall  break  forth  with  one  accord. 


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SECOND    SUNDAY    AFTER   CHRISTMAS.  33 

2  In   the  arms  of  her  who  bore  Him, 
Virgin  pure,  behold  Him  lie, 

While  His  aged  saints  adore  Him 

Ere  in  perfect  faith  they  die. 
Hallelujah  !   Hallelujah ! 

Lo  !   th'  Incarnate  God  most  high. 

3  Jesus,  by  Thy  presentation. 
Thou  who  cam' St  in  lowly  mien, 

Make  us  see  our  great  salvation. 
Make  our  hearts  all  pure  within. 

O  present  us  in  Thy  glory 

To  Thy  Father  pure  and  clean. 

Johann  Scheffler. 

{Aug^elus  Sz/eszus.) 

^^ Blessed  are  the  pure  tfi  heart,  for  they  shall  see  God.'''' 

S.  M. 

BLEST  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  our  God : 
The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs. 
Their  soul  is  Christ's  abode. 

2  The  Lord,  who  left  the  heav'ns 

Our  life  and  peace  to  bring. 
To  dwell  in  lowliness  with  men. 
Their  Pattern  and  their  King : 

3  He  to  the  lowly  soul 

Doth  still  Himself  impart. 
And  for  His  dwelling  and  His  throne 
Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart. 

4  Lord,  we  Thy  presence  seek ! 

May  ours  this  blessing  be : 
Give  us  a  pure  and  lowly  heart, 
A  temple  meet  for  Thee. 

John  Keble,  1819 

'' Verily  He  took  not  on  Hhn  the  stature  of  angels :  but  He  took 
on  Him  the  seed  of  Abraham ^ 
S.  M. 
E  saints,  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  your  King; 
To  Jesus,  your  Incarnate  God, 
Your  songs  of  praises  sing. 


Y 


34 


SECOND    SUNDAY   AFTER   CHRISTMAS. 

2  Not  angels  round  the  throne 
Of  majesty  above, 

Are  half  so  much  obliged  as  we, 
To  our'Immanuel's  love. 

3  They  never  sank  so  low, 
They  are  not  raised  so  high ; 

They  never  knew  such  depths  of  wo, 
Such  heights  of  majesty : 

4  The  Saviour  did  not  join 
Their  nature  to  His  own ; 

For  them  He  shed  no  blood  divine, 
Nor  breathed  a  single  groan. 

5  May  we  with  angels  vie, 
The  Saviour  to  adore ; 

Our  debts  are  greater  far  than  theirs, 

O  be  our  praises  more !  Jno.  Ryland, 

''JTow  amiable  are  Thy  tabernacles ,  O  Lord  of  hosts. '^ 

H.  M. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above  ! 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair, 
The  dwellings  of  Thy  love, 

Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  Thine  abode  my  heart  aspires. 
With  warm  desires,  to  see  my  God. 

2  O  happy  souls  that  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 

O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  Thee  still ;  and  happy  they 
That  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears. 

Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears ; 
O  glorious  seat,  when  God  our  King, 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet ! 

4  God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence ; 

With  gifts  His  hands  are  filled. 

We  draw  our  blessings  thence : 
He  shall  bestow  on  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace  and  glory  too. 


J 


THE    CIRCUMCISION    OF    CHRIST.  35 

5  The  Lord  His  people  loves; 
His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  those  His  heart  approves,  — 

From  pure  and  pious  souls. 
Thrice  happy  He,  O  God  of  hosts. 
Whose  spirit  trusts  alone  in  Thee ! 

Isaac  Watts,  171,9. 

''Lord,  now  lettest  Thou  Thy  servant  depart  in  peace,  for  mine 
eyes  have  seen  Thy  salvation. 
C.  M. 
ESUS  !  I  love  Thy  charming  name.  ' 

'Tis  music  to  mine  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud. 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
My  Transport  and  my  Trust ; 

Jewels  to  Thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 
In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 

Not  to  mine  eyes  is  life  so  dear. 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 
And  sheds  its  fragrance  there ; 

The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name, 
With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 

Then,  speechless,  clasp  Thee  in  mine  arms, 

The  antidote  of  death.         Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


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THE  CIRCUMCISION  OF  CHRIST. 

''  Without  shedding  of  blood  is  no  r emission y 
C.  M. 

THY  blood,  O  Christ,  hath  made  our  peace: 
Not  only  that,  whereby 
The  ground  of  Calvary  was  stained. 
When  Thou  wert  hung  on  high ; 


36  THE    CIRCUMCISION    OF    CHRIST. 

2  Not  only  that,  which  in  Thine  hour 

Of  fear  and  agony, 
Distilled  upon  Thy  trembling  frame 
In  dark  Gethsemane  : 

3  But  that  shed  from  Thee,  when  at  first 

In  childhood  Thou  didst  deign 
Thus  to  endure  for  sinful  man 
The  legal  rite  of  pain. 

4  And  as  with  suffering  and  with  Thee 

Our  yearly  course  begins; 
So  teach  us  to  renounce  the  flesh 
And  put  away  our  sins ; 

5  That  in  the  Israel  of  Thy  Church 

We  may  not  lose  our  part : 
In  spirit  and  in  body  pure, 

And  circumcised  in  heart.  Henry  Alford,  1845. 


52 


^^And  when  eight  days  were  accomplished  for  the  circumcising  of 

the  Child ^  His  na7ne  was  called  Jesus. ' ' 

S.  M. 

THE  ancient  law  departs 
And  all  its  terrors  cease ; 
For  Jesus  makes  with  faithful  hearts 
A  covenant  of  peace. 

2  The  Light  of  Light  divine, 
True  Brightness  undefiled, 

He  bears  for  us  the .  shame  of  sin, 
A  holy,  spotless  Child. 

3  To-day  the  Name  is  Thine, 
At  which  we  bend  the  knee ; 

They  call  Thee  Jesus,  Child  Divine ! 
Our  Jesus  deign  to  be. 

Latin  Hymn. 

Hymns  A.  6^  M. 


'^Thy  name  is  an  ointment  poured  out. ^"^ 

53  c.  M. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 


THE    CIRCUMCISION    OF    CHRIST.  37 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  cahiiS  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name  !    the  rock  on  which  I  build. 

My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
My  never-failing  treas'ry,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus  !   my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend  ! 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King! 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End  ! 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

John  Newton,  1779. 

''^For  there  is  none  other  name  under  heaven  given  among  meUf 
whereby  we  must  be  saved. 
Ss,  ']s,   6  tines. 
*0  the  Name  of  our  salvation 
_      Honor,  worship,  thanks,  we  pay; 
Which,  for  many  a  generation 

Hid  in  God's  foreknowledge  lay, 
But  with  holy  exultation 
We  may  sing  aloud  to-day. 

Jesus  is  the  Name  we  treasure, 

Name  beyond  what  words  can  tell ; 

Name  of  gladness.  Name  of  pleasure, 
Ear  and  heart  delighting  well ; 

Name  of  sweetness,  passing  measure, 
Saving  us  from  sin  and  hell. 

'Tis  the  Name  for  adoration  ; 

'Tis  the  Name  of  Victory  ; 
'Tis  the  Name  for  meditation 

In  this  vale  of  misery  ; 
'Tis  the  Name  for  veneration 

By  the  citizens  on  high. 
4 


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38  THE    CIRCUMCISION    OF    CHRIST. 

4  Jesus  is  the  Name  exalted 

Over  every  other  name  ; 
In  this  Name,  whene'er  assaulted, 

We  can  put  our  foes  to  shame ; 
Strength  to  them  who  else  had    halted, 

Eyes  to  blind,  and  feet  to  lame. 

5  Jesus,  we  Thy  Name  adoring. 

Long  to  see  Thee  as  Thou  art ; 
Of  Thy  clemency  imploring 

So  to  write  it  in  our  heart. 
That  hereafter,  upwards  soaring. 

We  with  angels  may  have  part. 

Latin  Hymn,  i^fh  Century. 

Altered  from  &^  translated  by  J.  AI.  Neale. 


^^For  in  Him  dwellcth  all  the  fulness  of  the  Godhead  bodily  ;  and 
ye  are  complete  in  Himy 

IQS. 

ETERNAL  Word  !   God's  true  and  only  Son, 
Maker,  and  Lord,  and  Heir,  and  Judge  of  all ; 
First-born  of  every  creature  ;   Holy  One  ! 

We  praise  Thy  name,  and  on  Thy  name  we  call. 

2  Jehovah  dwells  from  everlasting  years 
Li  silence  and  in  solitude  concealed : 

And  yet  from  everlasting  He  appears 
In  Thee  to  all  His  universe  revealed. 

3  And  life  and  love  and  truth  and  joy  and  might, 
And  all  the  creature  lieth  incomplete, 

Some  darkness  lingering  in  their  purest  light — 
Only  in  Thee  doth  all  their  fulness  meet. 

4  True  Son  of  God,  our  Sonship  is  in  Thee ; 
True  Light  of  God,  our  Wisdom  too  Thou  art; 

O  Lamb  from  earth's  foundation  slain  for  me. 
Thou  bringest  life  and  peace  into  my  heart. 

5  Ever  in  Thee  the  Father  is  revealed, 
Ever  in  Thee  all  things  are  reconciled, 

Ever  in  Thee  our  sins  and  wounds  are  healed, 
Glory  to  Thee,  the  Pure  and  Undefiled. 

Orwell. 


THE    EPIPHANY.  39 

^^My  times  are  in  Thy  haiidy 

V' 

FOR  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace, 
Faithful  through  another  year, 
Hear  our  song  of  thankfuhiess, 
Father,  and  Redeemer,  hear  ! 

2  In  our  weakness  and  distress, 

Rock  of  strength  !  be  Thou  our  stay  ! 
In  the  pathless  wilderness 
Be  our  true  and  living  way  ! 

3  Who  of  us  death's  awful  road 

In  the  coming  year  shall  tread? 

With  Thy  rod  and  staff,  O  God, 

Comfort  Thou  his  dying  head  ! 

4  Keep  us  faithful,  keep  us  pure. 

Keep  us  evermore  Thine  own  ! 
Help,  O  help  us  to  endure  ! 

Fit  us  for  Thy  promised  crown ! 

5  So  within  Thy  palace  gate 

We  shall  praise,  on  golden  strings. 
Thee,  the  only  Potentate, 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings ! 

Henry  Downton,  1843. 


THE  EPIPHANY. 


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^^  There  shall  cone  a  star  out  of  Jacob,  and  a  sceptre  shall  rise 

out  of  Israel.^ ^ 
L.  M. 
"HAT  star  is  this,  with  beams  so  bright. 
More  beauteous  than  the  noonday  light  ? 
It  shines  to  herald  forth  the  King, 
And  Gentiles  to  His  cradle  bring. 

2  And  lo  !  the  eastern  sages,  stand 
To  read  in  heaven  the  Lord's  command: 
Children  of  faith  they  come ;  they  find 
The  Prince  and  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  They  bless  the  meek  and  holy  Child, 
An  infant  Lord,  and  Monarch  mild : 
Their  riches  at  His  feet  they  pour 
And  with  the  heart  their  King  adore. 


40  THE    EPIPHANY. 

4  O  heavenly  Lord,  O  holy  Light, 

That  shines  through  Nature's  wondering  night, 
What  marvels  in  Thy  love  we  trace, 
What  power  divine,  what  glorious  grace . 

5  And  now,  thou  bright  and  morning  star, 
Arise  again,  and  shine  afar 

From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  utmost  tribes  their  King  adore. 

Lati7i  Hymn. 

Translation  compiled. 

^^  Great  is  the  mystery  of  godliness :  God  was  manifest  in 

the  flesh:' 

5§  7^.   8  lines. 

ONGS  of  thankfulness  and  praise, 
Jesus,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  raise. 
Manifested  by  the  star 
To  the  sages  from  afar; 
Branch  of  royal  David's  stem 
In  Thy  birth  at  Bethlehem ; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addrest, 
God  in  Man  made  manifest. 

2  Manifest  at  Jordan's  stream. 
Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  supreme; 
And  at  Cana  wedding-guest 
In  Thy  Godhead  manifest ; 
Manifest  in  power  divine. 
Changing  water  into  wine  ; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addrest, 
God  in  Man  made  manifest. 

3  Manifest  in  making  whole 
Palsied  limbs  and  fainting  soul ; 
Manifest  in  valiant  fight. 
Quelling  all  the  devil's  might; 
Manifest  in  gracious  will. 
Ever  bringing  good  from  ill  ; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addrest, 
God  in  Man  made  manifest. 

4  Sun  and  moon  shall  darkened  be. 
Stars  shall  fall,  the  heaven  shall  flee : 
Christ  will  then  like  lightning  shine. 
All  will  see  His  glorious  sign ; 


THE   EPIPHANY.  4I 

All  will  then  the  trumpet  hear, 
All  will  see  the  Judge  appear  : 
Thou  by  all  wilt  be  confest, 
God  in  Man  made  manifest. 

Grant  us  grace  to  see  Thee,  Lord, 

Mirrored  in  Thy  holy  Word ; 

May  we  imitate  Thee  now, 

And  be  pure,  as  pure  art  Thou; 

That  we  like  to  Thee  may  be,  * 

At  Thy  great  Epiphany ; 

And  may  praise  Thee,  ever  blest, 

God  in  Man  made  manifest.  C.  Wordsworth. 

**  They  presefited  unto  Him  gifts :  gold,  frankincense,  and  myrrh. ' ' 

\\s,  &  \os. 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine  aid  \ 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining. 

Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  Him,  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker  and  Monarch  and  Saviour  of  all ! 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion. 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine. 
Gems  of  the  mountain  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest  or  gold  from  the  mine? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration. 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

.  Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Reginald  Heber,  1 8 1 1 . 

^^The  star  went  before  them,  till  it  came  and  stood  over  where  the 

young  child  was.  ""^ 
L.  M. 

EE  now  fulfilled  what  God  decreed, 
_     ''  From  Jacob  shall  a  Star  proceed ;  " 
And  eastern  sages  with  amaze 
Upon  the  wondrous  vision  gaze. 


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42  THE    EPIPHANY.  _ 

2  The  guiding  Star  above  is  bright, 
Within  them  shines  a  clearer  Light, 
Which  leads  them  on  with  power  benign 
To  seek  the  Giver  of  the  sign. 

3  True  love  can  brook  no  dull  delay ; 
Nor  toil  nor  dangers  stop  their  way : 
Home,  kindred,  father-land,  and  all 
They  leave  at  their  Creator's  call. 

4  O  Jesus !  while  the  Star  of  Grace 
Allures  us  now  to  seek  Thy  face, 
Let  not  our  slothful  hearts  refuse 
The  guidance  of  that  Light  to  use. 

Latin  Hymn. 

Altered  frotn  J.  Cha^idler. 

^^The  Gentiles  shall  come  to  Thy  light,  and  kings  to  the  brightness 

of  Thy  rising.^ ^ 

'js  &  6s. 
AIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 
See  in  the  time  appointed 
His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 

He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free. 
To  take  away  transgression, 

To  rule  in  equity. 

Before  Him  on  the  mountains 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go ; 
And  from  a  thousand  fountains 

Shall  grace  unceasing  flow.  • 

Kings  shall  fall  down  before  Him, 

And  gold  and  incense  bring ; 
All  nations  shall  adore  Him, 

His  praise  all  people  sing ; 

To  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end. 

O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  His  throne  shall  rest ; 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious. 

All  blessing  and  all  blest ; 


THE    EPIPHANY.  43 

7  The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ;  • 

His  name  shall  stand  for  ever, 
Jesus,  sweet  name  of  love. 

Jai7tes  Montgomery,  1822. 

**  WJien  they  saw  the  star  they  rejoiced  with  exceeding  great  joy ^ 
02  7i-,   6  lines. 

AS  with  gladness  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold ; 
As  with  joy  they  hailed  its  light, 
Leading  onward,  beaming  bright ; 
«  So,  most  gracious  Lord,  may  we 

Evermore  be  led  to  Thee. 

2  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger-bed  ; 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 
Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore ; 
So  may  we  with  willing  feet 

Ever  seek  Thy  mercy-seat. 

3  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare ; 
So  may  we  with  holy  joy, 
Pure  and  free  from  sin's  alloy. 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ  !  to  Thee  our  heavenly  King. 

4  Holy  Jesus  !  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
And  when  earthly  things  are  past. 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last, 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  .Thy  glory  hide. 

5  In  the  heavenly  country  bright 
Need  they  no  created  light ; 
Thou  its  Light,  its  Joy,  its  Crown, 
Thou  its  Sun  which  goes  not  down ; 
There  for  ever  may  we  sing 
Alleluias  to  our  King. 

Win.  ChattertonyDix,  i860. 

*'  We  have  seen  His  star  in  the  East.''^ 
Q3  L.  M.   8  liftes. 

WELCOME  !  that  star  in  Judah's  sky, 
That  voice  o'er  Bethlehem's  palmy  glen. 


44  THE    EPIPHANY. 

The  lamp  far  sages  hailed  on  high, 

The  tones  that  thrilled  the  shepherd-men  ; 

Glory  to  God  in  loftiest  heaven — 

Thus  angels  smote  the  echoing  chord — 

Glad  tidings  unto  man  forgiven ; 

Peace  from  the  presence  of  the  Lord. 

2  The  shepherds  sought  that  birth  divine  ; 

The  wise-men  traced  their  guided  way ; 
There,  by  strange  light  and  mystic  sign, 

The  God  they  came  to  worship  lay : 
A  human  Babe  in  beauty  smiled, 

Where  lowing  oxen  round  Him  trod  ; 
A  Virgin  clasped  her  awful  Child, 

Pure  Offspring  of  the  Breath  of  God. 

3  Those  voices  from  on  high  are  mute ; 

The  star  the  wise-men  saw  is  dim ; 
But  hope  still  guides  the  wand'rer's  foot, 

And  faith  renews  the  angel-hymn  : 
Glory  to  God  in  loftiest  heaven — 

Touch  with  glad  hand  the  ancient  chord — 
Good  tidings  unto  man  forgiven  : 

Peace  from  the  presence  of  the  Lord. 

J^.  S.  Hawker, 

^^The  unsearchable  riches  of  Christ.''^ 
'js  &  4s. 

^HOU  that  art  the  Father's  Word, 
Thou  that  art  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Thou  that  art  the  Virgin's  Son, 
Thou  that  savest  souls  undone. 
Sacred  Sacrifice  for  sin. 
Fount  of  piety  within. 

Hail,  Lord  Jesus. 

2  Thou  to  whom  Thine  angels  raise 
Choiring  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
Thou  that  art  the  flower  and  fruit. 
Virgin-born  from  Jesse's  root. 
Shedding  holy  peace  abroad, 
Perfect  Man  and  perfect  God, 

Hail,  Lord  Jesus. 

3  Thou  that  art  the  Door  of  heaven. 
Living  Bread  in  mercy  given. 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  face, 
Everlasting  Prince  of  Peace, 


THE    EPIPHANY.  45 

Precious  Pearl  beyond  all  price, 
Brightest  Star  in  all  the  skies, 
Hail,  Lord  Jesus. 

King  and  Spouse  of  holy  hearts, 
Fount  of  love  that  ne'er  departs. 
Sweetest  Life,  and  brightest  Day, 
Truest  Truth,  and  surest  Way 
Leading  onward  to  the  blest 
Sabbath  of  eternal  rest, 
Hail,  Lord  Jesus. 

Henry  A  If  or d,  1832. 


'*All  the  ends  of  the  earth  shall  see  the  salvation  of  our  God,"" 

L.  M. 


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JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made. 
And  endless  praises  crown  His  head ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  His  love  with  sweetest*  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns ; 
The  joyful  pris'ner  bursts  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest. 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Where  He  displays  His  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more ; 
In  Him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

6  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring. 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  : 
Aiigels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


46  THE    EPIPHANY. 

^^I  am  the  bright  and  mor fling  star  J*  ^ 
7s,    6  tines. 

CHRIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  Light ; 
Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night : 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  draw  near; 
Day-star  in  our  hearts  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

Unaccompanied  by  Thee ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return. 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  we  see: 
Lord,  Thy  inward  light  impart, 
Cheering  each  benighted  heart. 

3  Visit  every  soul  of  Thine, 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  with  radiancy  divine. 

Scatter  all  our  unbelief: 
More  and  more  Thyself  display. 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

•  Charles  Wesley,  1740. 

^^By  the  mystejy  of  Thy  holy  inearnatio7t :   by  Thy  holy  nativity 
and  eircinneision  :  good  Lord  deliver  us. ' ' 

yj-,   8  lines. 

lY  the  Angel's  word  of  love, 
That  announced  Thee  from  above  ; 
By  Thine  Infant  Form  so  fair 
Trembling  on  the  midnight  air ; 
Babe  of  Bethlehem,  hear  our  cry  : 
Thou  wert  helpless  once  as  we ; 
Hear  the  loving  litany 

We  Thy  children  sing  to  Thee. 

By  Thy  poor  and  lowly  lot ; 
By  the  manger  in  the  grot ; 
By  Thy  tender  feet  and  hands 
Folded  fast  in  swaddling  bands  ; 

Babe  of  Bethlehem,  hear  our  cry :  &c. 

By  the  Name  which  Thou  didst  take. 
Suffering  sorely  for  our  sake ; 
Name  of  grace  and  majesty, 
Name  adored  on  bended  knee ; 

Word  Incarnate,  hear  our  cry ;  &c. 


FIRST    SUNDAY    AFTER   THE    EPIPHANY.  47 

* 

By  the  joy  of  Simeon  blest, 
When  he  clasped  Thee  to  his  breast; 
By  the  widow' d  Anna's  song, 
Poured  amid  the  wondering  throng ; 
Word  Incarnate,  hear  our  cry  :  &c. 

By  the  worship  shepherds  paid  ;  * 

By  the  gifts  that  sages  made. 
Gold  and  myrrh  and  incense  sweet, 
Laid  in  homage  at  Thy  feet ; 

Word  Incarnate,  hear  our  cry  :  &c. 

By  Thine  angel-bidden  flight 
Into  Egypt  in  the  night ; 
By  Thy  home  at  Herod's  death 
In  despised  Nazareth  ; 

Word  Incarnate,  hear  our  cry  :   &c. 

F7'ederick  W.  Faber. 


FIRST  SUNDAY  AFTER  THE  EPIPHANY. 


'*•  They  found  Him  in  the  temple,  sitting  in  the  midst  of  the  doctors.' 

68  s.  M. 

WITHIN  the  Father's  house 
The  Son  hath  found  His  home ; 
And  to  His  temple  suddenly 
The  Lord  of  Life  hath  come. 

2  The  doctors  of  the  law 

Gaze  on  the  wondrous  Child, 
And  marvel  at  His  gracious  words 
Of  wisdom  undefiled. 

3  Yet  not  to  them  is  given 

The  mighty  truth  to  know. 
To  lift  the  fleshly  veil  which  hides 
Incarnate  God  below. 

4  The  secret  of  the  Lord 

Escapes  each  human  eye, 
And  faithful  pondering  hearts  await 
The  full  Epiphany. 

5  Lord,  visit  Thou  our  souls. 

And  teach  us  by  Thy  grace 
Each  dim  revealing  of  Thyself 
With  loving  awe  to  trace ; 


48  FIRST    SUNDAY   AFTER   THE    EPIPHANY. 

6  Till  from  our  darkened  sight 
The  cloud  shall  pass  away, 
And  on  the  cleansed  soul  shall  burst 
The  everlasting  day. 

James  R.  Woodford. 


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'^I  am  the  root  and  the  offspring  of  Davids 
C.  M. 

OSANNA  to  the  royal  Son 
Of  David's  ancient  line! 
His  natures  two,  His  person  one, 
Mysterious  and  divine. 

2  The  root  of  David,  here  we  find, 

And  offspring  is  the  same  ; 
Eternity  and  time  are  joined 
In  our  Immanuel's  name. 

3  Blest  He  that  comes  to  wretched  men, 

With  peaceful  news  from  heaven ; 
Hosannas  of  the  highest  strain, 
To  Christ  the  Lord  be  given ! 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refuse  to  take 

The  hosanna  on  their  tongues. 
Lest  rocks  and  stones  should  rise,  and  break 
Their  silence  into  songs. 

Isaac  Waits. 

"The  Lord  loveth  the  gates  of  Zion  more  than  all  the  dwellings 

of  Jacob r 
L.  M. 

C'^  OD  in  His  earthly  temples  lays 
X   Foundations  for  His  heavenly  praise : 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well ; 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house. 
That  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay. 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  described  of  old  ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below  ! 
Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 


FIRST    SUNDAY    AFTER   THE    EPIPHANY.  .  49 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew ; 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  His  last  account 
Of  natives  in  His  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  and  nourished  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 

*^ Bestow  upon   Thy  people  plenteous ly  the  aid  of  Thy  heaienly 

grace. ' ' 
S.  M. 

O  JESUS,  God  and  Man, 
On  this  Thy  holy  day. 
To  Thee  for  precious  gifts  of  grace 
Thy  ransomed  people  pray. 

2  We  pray  for  childlike  hearts, 
For  gentle,  holy  love, 

For  strength  to  do  Thy  will  below, 
As  angels  do  above. 

3  We  pray  for  simple  faith. 
For  hope  that  never  faints, 

For  true  communion  evermore 
With  all  Thy  blessed  saints. 

4  On  friends  around  us  here 
O  let  Thy  blessing  fall ; 

We  pray  for  grace  to  love  them  well, 
But  Thee  beyond  them  all. 

5  O  joy  to  live  for  Thee  ! 
O  joy  in  Thee  to  die  ! 

O  very  joy  of  joys  to  see 
Thy  Face  eternally. 

Henry  W.  Baker,  1852. 

^^No  man  cometh  unto  the  Father  hut  by  Me^ 
C.  M. 

THOU  art  the  way ;  to  Thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek. 
Must  seek  Him,  Lord,  by  Thee. 

D 


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50  SECOND    SUNDAY   AFTER   THE    EPIPHANY. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth ;  Thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life ;  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  Thy  conquering  arm  ; 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  Thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life; 

Grant  us  that  Way  to  know ; 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

George  W.  Doane. 


SECOND  SUNDAY  AFTER  THE    EPIPHANY. 


*^This  beginning  of  mii'acles  did  Jesus  in    Cana  of  Galilee ^  a7id 

7nanifested  forth  His  glory. ' ' 

S.   M. 

LL  praise  to  Thee,  O  Lord 
Who  by  Thy  mighty  power 
Didst  manifest  Thy  glory  forth 
In  Cana's  marriage  hour. 


A' 


2  Thou  speakest :   it  is  done  : 

Obedient  to  Thy  word, 
The  water  redd'ning  into  wine 
Proclaims  the  present  Lord. 

3  Blest  were  the  eyes  which  saw 

That  wondrous  mystery, 
The  great  beginning  of  Thy  works, 
That  kindled  faith  in  Thee. 

4  And  blessed  they  who  know 

Thine  unseen  Presence  true, 
When  in  the  Kingdom  of  Thy  grace 
Thou  makest  all  things  new. 

5  For  by  Thy  loving  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 
Thou  art  the  Cup  of  blessing,  Lord, 
And  Thou  the  heavenly  Bread. 


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6  Oh,  may  that  grace  be  ours, 

In  Thee  for  aye  to  live, 
And  drink  of    those    refreshing  streams 
Which  Thou  alone  canst  give. 

7  So,  led  from  strength  to  strength, 

Grant  us,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  marriage  Supper  of  the  Lamb, 
Thy  great  Epiphany. 

Hyde  W.  Beadon. 


T 


"  Who  hast  called  us  out  of  darkness  into  marvelous  lights 

L.  M.   8  lines. 

HY  glory  Thou  didst  manifest, 
O  Christ,  by  miracle  divine. 
When,  at  Thy  word,  for  ev'ry  guest 

The  water  sparkled  into  wine  ; 
And  now,  in  all  the  sons  of  men 

Who  feel  Thy  Spirit's  quick' ning  breath, 
That  miracle  is  wrought  again, 
As  life  is  kindled  out  of  death. 

2  What  festal  raptures  fill  our  hearts 
When  heaven  and  earth  are  married  there  ! 

What  hope,  what  love,  the  Lord  imparts  ! 

What  tenderness  and  strength  of  prayer  ! 
For  then  withifi,  His  glory  glows ; 

And  gifts  and  graces  all  divine 
Again  that  miracle  disclose 

Of  water  glorified  in  wine. 

3  O  Christ,  unfold  Thy  quick' ning  might 
From  day  to  day,  that  all  may  see 

Within  each  Saint,  still  beaming  bright. 

Thy  glorious  Epiphany : 
And  find  that  best  of  wine  at  last. 

That  sweetest  gift  of  grace  outpour'd. 
Richer  than  Cana's  humble  feast. 

The  m.arriage  Supper  of  the  Ljord. 

E.  E.  Hifrbee. 


^^  Let  the  children  of  Zion  he  joyful  in  their  King,^^ 

C.  M. 

JESUS,  King  most  wonderful. 
Thou  Conqueror  renowned ; 
Spirit  of  grace  ineffable, 

In  whom  all  joys  are  found  ! 


o 


52  SECOND    SUNDAY    AFTER    THE    EPIPHANY. 

2  When  once  Thou  visitest  the  heart, 

Then  truth  begins  to  shine ; 
Then  earthly  vanities  depart ; 
Then  wakens  love  divine. 

3  O  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below  ! 

Thou  Fount  of  living  fire, 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know 
And  all  we  can  desire. 

4  May  every  heart  confess  Thy  name, 

And  ever  Thee  adore ; 
And  seeking  Thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  Thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  forever  bless  j 

Thee  may  we  love  alone ; 
And  ever  in  our  lives  express 
The  image  of  Thine  Own. 

Ber7iard  of  Clairvaux. 

Trajislated  by  Edzuard  Caswall. 


T6 


He  that  abideth  in  Me,  and  lin  him,  the  same  bringeth  forth 

7nuchf7'uity 

C.  M. 

ABIDE  among  us  with  Thy  grace. 
Lord  Jesus  evermore  ; 
Nor  let  us  e'er  to  sin  give  place, 
Nor  grieve  Him  we  adore. 

2  Abide  among  us  with  Thy  word. 
Redeemer  whom  we  love  : 

Thy  help  and  mercy  here  afford, 
And  life  with  Thee  above. 

3  Abide  among  us  with  Thy  ray, 
O  Light  that  lighten'st  all ; 

And  let  Thy  truth  preserve  our  way, 
Nor  suffer  us  to  fall. 

4  Abide  with  us  to  bless  us  still, 
O  bounteous  Lord  of  peace ; 

With  grace  and  power  our  souls  fulfill, 
Our  faith  and  love  increase. 

5  Abide  among  us  as  our  Shield, 
O  Captain  of  Thy  host ; 

That  to  the  world  we  may  not  yield, 
Nor  e'er  forsake  our  post. 


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6  Abide  with  us  in  faitliful  love, 
Our  God  and  Saviour  be  ! 
Thy  help  at  need,  oh  !  let  us  prove, 
And  keep  us  true  to  Thee. 

y.  SUgjnamt. 

Translated  by  Catherine   Winkworth. 

^^  Jesus  of  Nazareth,  a  man  approved  of  God  among  you  by 
miracles,  and  wo?iders,  and  signs.  ^'' 

•y*^  L.  M. 

THROUGH  Israel's  coasts,  in  times  of  old, 
When  Thou  didst  dwell  with  men  below, 
By  signs  and  wonders  manifold 

Thou  didst,  O  Lord,  Thy  glory  show. 

2  But  not  alone  Thy  mighty  power 

Shone  forth  from  every  wondrous  sign : 
Day  unto  day,  and  hour  to  hour, 

Spoke  forth  Thy  love  and  grace  divine. 

3  And  now  Thou  reignest.  Lord,  above, 

We  none  the  less  Thy  wonders  trace : 
Unwearied  are  Thy  calls  of  love. 
Unspent  Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

4  Thou  who  didst  make  the  water  wine, 

Our  earthly  with  Thy  heavenly  fill : 
Our  scant  obedience  change  to  Thine, 
Our  passions  to  Thy  blessed  will. 

Henry  Alford. 


THIRD  SUNDAY  AFTER  THE  EPIPHANY. 


"  Is  there  no  balm  in  Gilead ;  is  there  no  physician  there  9^^ 
^^  C.  M. 

,OWN  from  the  mountain  Jesus  came, 
And  stretching  forth  his  hand, 
"  Be  clean,"  he  said  :  the  Leper  then 
Was  cleansed  at  His  command. 


D 


Our  nature  was  defiled  by  sin. 

But  God  from  heaven  came  down  ; 

Stretched  forth  His  hand,  our  nature  touched, 
And  joined  it  to  His  own. 

5* 


54  THIRD    SUNDAY    AFTER   THE     EPIPHANY. 

3  O  God,  made  manifest  in  flesh, 

We  render  thanks  to  Thee  ; 
O  great  Physician,  Tliou  hast  cleansed 
A  world  from  leprosy. 

4  The  Gentile  Captain  comes  in  faith ; 

Thou  blessest  his  appeal ; 
Far  off  as  Man,  but  near  as  God, 
Thou  dost  his  servant  heal. 

5  Fever  and  plague  serve  in  Thy  camp, 

They  are  Thy  soldiers.  Lord, 
And  when  to  Health  Thou  sayest,  '^  Come," 
It  cometh  at  Thy  word. 

6  Stretch  forth  Thy  hand,  and  heal  us,  Lord, 

In  body  and  in  soul ; 
From  sickness  and  from  taint  of  sin 
Cleanse  us,  and  make  us  whole. 

C.   Wordsworth. 

^^  If  Thou  wilt,  Thou  caiut  make  me  cleans 

OLORD  of  health  and  life,  what  tongue  can  tell 
How  at  Thy  word  were  loosed  the  bands  of  hell ; 
How  Thy  pure  touch  removed  the  leprous  stain. 
And  the  polluted  flesh  grew  clean  again  ? 

2  O  !  wash  our  hearts,  restore  the  contrite  soul. 
Stretch  forth  Thy  healing  hand,  and  make  us  whole; 
O !  bend  our  stubborn  knees  to  kneel  to  Thee ; 
Speak  but  the  word,  and  we  once  more  are  free. 

3  Yea,  Lord,  we  claim  the  promise  of  Thy  love, 
Thy  love,  which  can  all  guilt,  all  pain  remove ; 
Nigh  to  our  souls  Thy  great  salvation  bring, 
Then  sickness  hath  no  pang,  and  death  no  sting. 

4  We  hail  this  pledge  in  all  Thy  deeds  of  grace ; 
As  once  disease  and  sorrow  fled  Thy  face, 

So,  when  that  face  again  unveiled  we  see. 
Sickness  and  tears  and  death  no  more  shall  be. 

5  Then  grant  us  strength  to  pray  "Thy  kingdom  come," 
When  we  shall  know  Thee  in  Thy  Father's  home, 
And  at  Thy  great  Epiphany  adore 

The  co-eternal  Godhead  evermore. 

Greville  Phillimore, 


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O 


*^He  that  believeth  in  Me,  though  he  were  dead,  yet  shall  he  live^ 

C.  M. 

FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 

To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  Thy  Name. 

3  Jesus !  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 

'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  sin. 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free ; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  He  speaks, — and  listening  to  His  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive ; 

The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice  ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Look  unto  Him,  ye  nations ;  own 
Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  :  -   . 

Look,  and  be  saved  through  faith  alone. 
Be  justified  by  grace. 

Charles   Wesley, 

"  TJie  Lord  is  ?ny  rock,  and  7ny  fortress,  and  my  deliverer,^* 

L.  M.  6  li?tes. 

THOU  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose  ! 
Thou  all-sufficient  Love  divine  ! 
My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 
Secure  I  am,  for  Thou  art  mine. 
Thou  art  my  fortress,  strength,  and  tower. 
My  trust  and  portion  evermore. 

Jesus,  my  All  in  all  Thou  art. 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain ;  ,. 
The  medicine  of  my  broken  heart ; 

In  storms  my  peace ;  in  loss,  my  gain ; 
My  strength  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown ; 
In  shame  my  glory  and  my  crown. 


56  THIRD    SUNDAY    AFTER   THE    EPIPHANY. 

3  In  want,  my  plentiful  supply  ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty; 

My  refuge  in  temptation's  hour; 
My  comfort  'midst  all  grief  and  thrall ; 
My  life  in  death,  my  All  in  all. 

Charles   Wesley. 

^^  Look  mercifully  upon  our  weakness,  and  stretch  forth  the  right 
hand  of  Thy  7}iajesty  for  our p7'otection  and  help.^^ 

QC^  L.  M.  6  lines. 


FORTH  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord  !   to  Thy  altar's  shade  we  fly  ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  \io\»t  and  fear. 
Saviour  !  we  seek  Thy  shelter  here : 
Weary  and  weak.  Thy  grace  we  pray ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord  !   Thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain ; 
Long  have  we  sought  Thy  rest  in  vain  ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost. 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost : 
Low  at  Thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay. 
Turn  not,  O  Lord  !  Thy  guests  away. 

Reginald  Heber. 

"/  will  also  give   Thee  for  a   light  to  the  Gentiles,   that   Thou 
may  est  be  my  salvation  unto  the  end  of  the  earth.''"' 
\  C.   M. 


ALVATION!   O  the  joyful  sound  ! 
_     'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sov' reign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !   let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around. 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707, 


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FOURTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  THE  EPIPHANY. 


84: 


''Then  he  arose  and  rebuked  the  wiiid  and  the  sea  :  and  there  was 

a  great  cabn.''^ 
S.  M. 

FIERCE  raged  the  storm  of  wind, 
The  surging  waves  ran  high, 
Failed  Thy  disciples'  hearts  with  fear, 
Though  Thou,  their  Lord,  wast  nigh. 

2  But  at  the  stern  rebuke 
Of  Thy  Almighty  word. 

The  wind  was  hushed,  the  billows  ceased, 
And  owned  Thee  God  and  Lord. 

3  So,  now,  when  depths  of  sin 
Our  souls  with  terror  fill, 

Arise,  and  be  our  helper,  Lord, 
And  speak  Thy  ^' Peace,  be  still.'* 

4  When  death's  dark  sea  we  cross. 
Be  with  us  in  Thy  power, 

Nor  let  the  water-floods  prevail 
In  that  dread  trial  hour. 

5  And,  when  amid  the  signs, 
Which  speak  Thine  Advent  near, 

The  roaring  of  the  sea  and  waves 
Fills  faithless  hearts  with  fear  j 

6  May  we  all  undismayed 
Thy  raging  tempest  see, 

Lift  up  our  heads  and  hail  with  joy 
Thy  great  Epiphany. 

7  All  praise  to  Thee,  of  old 
By  sign  and  wonder  known  ; 

All  praise  to  Thee,  to  be  revealed 
Upon  the  judgment  throne. 
^  Hyde  W.  Beadon, 

''Lord,  save  us:  we  peiHsh'' 
%s,  8.r,  8^-,  zs. 

FIERCE  raged  the  tempest  o'er  the  deep. 
Watch  did  Thine  anxious  servants  keep, 
But  Thou  wast  wrapt  in  guileless  sleep, 
Calm  and  still. 


58  FOURTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   THE    EPIPHANY. 

2  "Save,  Lord,  we  perish," — was  their  cry, 
"O  save  us  in  our  agony  !  " 

Thy  word  above  the  storm  rose  high, 
"Peace,  be  still." 

3  The  wild  winds  hushed  ;  the  angry  deep 
Sank,  like  a  little  child,  to  sleep  ; 

The  sullen  billows  cease  to  leap 
At  Thy  will. 

4  So,  when  our  life  is  clouded  o'er, 

And  storm-winds  drift  us  from  the  shore. 
Say  (lest  we  sink  to  rise  no  morej 
"Peace,  be  still." 

Godfrey  Thriiig. 

*'  IVJiy  are  ye  fearful,  O  ye  of  little  faith  ? ' ' 

^^  125     &   Hi". 


WHILE  Thou,  O  my  God,  art  my  Help  and  Defender, 
No  cares  can  o'erwhelm  me,  no  terrors  appall ; 
The  wiles  and  the  snares  of  this  world  will  but  render 
More  lively  my  hope  in  my  God  and  my  All. 

2  Yes  ;  Thou  art  my  Refuge  in  sorrow  and  danger ; 

My  Strength,  when  I  suffer ;  my  hope  when  I  fall  j 
My  comfort  and  joy  in  this  land  of  the  stranger ; 
My  Treasure,  my  Glory,  my  God  and  my  All. 

3  To  Thee,  dearest  Lord,  will  I  turn  without  ceasing ; 

Though  grief  may  oppress  me,  or  sorrow  befall ; 
And  love  Thee,  till  death,  my  blest  spirit  releasing, 
•     Secures  to  me  Jesus,  my  God  and  my  All. 

4  And  v/hen  Thou  demandest  the  life  Thou  hast  given, 

With  joy  will  I  answer  Thy  merciful  call ; 
And  quit  Thee  on  earth,  but  to  find  Thee  in  heaven. 
My  portion  forever,  my  God  and  my  All. 

W.  Young. 

*'The  powers  that  be  are  ordained  of  God^ 
^^  C.  M. 


SHINE  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine. 
With  beams  of  heavenly  grace  ! 
Reveal  Thy  power  through  all  our  coasts, 
And  show  Thy  smiling  face. 


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2  Here  fix  Thy  throne  exalted  high, 

And  here  our  glory  stand ; 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 
Surround  Thy  favorite  land. 

3  When  shall  Thy  name  from  shore  to  shore 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Sing  loud,  with  solemn  voice ; 
Let  thankful  tongues  exalt  His  praise, 
And  thankful  hearts  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  sov' reign  Judge, 

That  sits  enthroned  above, 
Wisely  commands  the  worlds  He  made 
In  justice  and  in  love. 

6  Earth  shall  confess  her  Maker's  hand, 

And  yield  a  full  increase ; 
Our  God  will  crown  His  chosen  land 
With  fruitfulness  and  peace. 

7  God,  the  Redeemer,  scatters  round 

His  choicest  favors  here. 
While  the  creation's  utmost  bound 
Shall  see,  adore,  and  fear. 

Isaac  Watts. 

Grant  unto  us  grace  to  look  beyond  the  things  which  are  seen  and 

temporal. ' ' 

J'T^IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

J^     We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night ; 

Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries. 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through. 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray ; 

Though  lions  roar  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 


6o  FIFTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   THE    EPIPHANY. 

4  So  Abr'am,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


FIFTH  SUNDAY  AFTER   THE    EPIPHANY. 


N 


The  kingdom  of  heaven  is  likened  unto  a  man  which  sowed  good 

seed  in  his  field. ' ' 
S.  M. 

OT  by  Thy  mighty  Hand, 
Thy  wondrous  works  alone, 
But  by  the  marvels  of    Thy  word, 
Thy  glory,  Lord,  is  known. 

2  Forth  from  the  eternal  gates, 
Thine  everlasting  home. 

To  sow  the  seed  of  truth  below, 
Thou  didst  vouchsafe  to  come. 

3  And  still  from  age  to  age 
Thou,  gracious  Lord,  hast  been 

The  Bearer  forth  of  goodly  seed. 
The  Sower  still  unseen. 

4  And  Thou  wilt  come  again, 
And  heaven  beneath  Thee  bow. 

To  reap  the  harvest  Thou  hast  sown, 
Sower  and  Reaper  Thou. 

5  Watch,  Lord,  Thy  harvest-field 
With  Thine  unsleeping  eye  j 

The  children  of  the  Kingdom  keep 
To  Thine  Epiphany. 

6  That  when  in  Thy  great  day 
The  tares  shall  severed  be. 

We  may  be  gathered  by  Thy  grace 
With  all  Thy  saints  to  Thee. 

J.  R.  Woodford. 


*^Keep  Thy  church  and  household  continually  in  Thy  true  religion.^ 

OD  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 
Show  the  brightness  of  Thy  face. 


G 


91 


FIFTH    SUNDAY    AFTER   THE    EPIPHANY.  6l 

Shine  upon  us,  Saviour,  shine, 
Fill  Thy  Church  with  light  divine; 
And  Thy  saving  health  extend 
Unto  earth's  remotest  end. 

2  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord ! 
Let  Thy  love  on  all  be  poured ; 
Let  the  nations  shout  and  sing 
Glory  to  their  Saviour  King ; 

At  Thy  feet  their  tribute  pay, 
And  Thy  holy  will  obey. 

3  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord  ! 
Earth  shall  then  her  fruits  afford  j 
God  to  man  His  blessings  give, 
Man  to  God  devoted  live ; 

All  below,  and  all  above, 

One  in  joy,  and  light,  and  love. 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

*'  Let  the  children  of  Zion  be  joyful  in  their  King^ 

L.  M. 

SHOUT,  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns. 
Thro'  distant  lands  His  triumphs  spread,  • 
And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pains. 
Own  Him  their  Saviour  and  their  Head. 

2  He  calls  His  chosen  from  afar, 

They  all  at  Zion's  gates  arrive ; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sov' reign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  Gentiles  and  Jews  His  laws  obey, 

Nations  remote  their  off' rings  bring, 
And  unconstrain'd  their  homage  pay 
To  their  exalted  God  and  King. 

4  O  may  His  holy  Church  increase, 

His  Word  and  Spirit  still  prevail. 
While  angels  celebrate  His  praise, 
And  saints  His  growing  glories  hail ! 

5  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 

From  all  below,  and  all  above  ! 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  His  name, — 
In  songs  as  lasting  as  His  love. 
6  Bcitj.  Beddome. 


62  FIFTH    SUNDAY    AFTER    THE    EriPHANY. 

^'^  Forbearing  one  anothej-,  and  forgiving  one  another ^ 

92  L.  M. 

LORD,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 

The  brethren  join  in  love  to  Thee : 

On  Thee  alone  their  heart  relies, 

Their  only  strength  Thy  grace  supplies. 

2  How  sweet,  within  Thy  holy  place, 
With  one  accord  to  sing  Thy  grace, 
Besieging  Thine  attentive  ear 
With  all  the  force  of  fervent  prayer. 

3  O  may  we  love  the  House  of  God, 
Of  peace  and  joy  the  blest  abode  ; 
O  may  no  angry  strife  destroy 
That  sacred  peace,  that  holy  joy. 

4  The  world  without  may  rage,  but  we 
Will  only  cling  more  close  to  Thee, 
With  hearts  to  Thee  more  wholly  given, 
More  weaned  from  earth,  more  fixed  on  heaven. 

5  Lord,  shower  upon  us  from  above 
The  sacred  gift  of  mutual  love  ; 
Each  other's  wants  may  we  supply, 
And  reign  together  in  the  sky. 

Latin  Hymn, 

Trans,  by  y.  Chandler. 


And  whatsoever  ye  do  in  word  or  deed,  do  all  in  the  name  of  the 

Lord  Jesus. 

d^  S.  M. 

TEA'CH  me,  my  God  and  King, 
Thy  will  in  all  to  see  ; 
And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 
To  do  it  as  for  Thee  : 

3  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway. 
While  still  to  Thee  I  tend  ; 
In  all  I  do,  be  Thou  the  Way, 
In  all,  be  Thou  the  End. 

3  All  may  of  Thee  partake  ; 
Nothing  so  small  can  be. 
But  draws,  when  acted  for  Thy  sake. 
Greatness  and  worth  from  Thee. 


SIXTH    SUNDAY    AFTER    THE    EPIPHANY.  6^ 

If  done  beneath  Thy  laws, 

E'en  servile  labors  shine  : 
Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause ; 

The  meanest  work,  divine. 

George  Herbert. 


SIXTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  THE  EPIPHANY. 


He  bringeth  thefn  up  into  a  high  7?tountain,  and  was 
ti'ansjigtired  before  them. ' ' 
L.  M. 

OTHOU,  who  once  on  Tabor's  hill 
Didst  shine  before  the  favored  three, 
The  souls  which  love  Thee  favor  still 
Thy  nearer  glory,  Lord,  to  see. 

2  E'en  now  let  faith's  far-gazing  eye 

The  brightness  of  Thy  Godhead  scan, 
And  view  Thee,  throned  in  heaven  on  high, 
The  almighty  Lord,  the  Son  of  Man. 

3  There  Moses,  and  Elias  there. 

With  thousand  thousand  saints  beside. 
Thy  glittering  rays  reflected  wear, 

And  spread  through  heaven  Thy  glories  wide : 

4  And  while  each  knee  amid  the  crowd 

Before  Thy  throne  in  worship  bends. 
They  are  like  Tabor's  saints,  allowed 
To  talk  with  Thee,  their  God,  as  friends. 

5  Delightful  converse  !  It  is  good 

To  see  Thee  thus  at  distance  now. 
To  join  in  spirit  those  who  stood 
In  wondering  love  on  Tabor's  brow. 

6  Earth  drags  us  from  the  mount  awhile  ; 

But  we  ere  long  shall  break  the  spell. 
And  gaze  on  Thine  unclouded  smile. 
And  in  Thine  endless  glory  dwell. 

Hymn.  Christ, 

^'Lord,  it  is  good  for  us  to  be  here.''^ 
L.  M.  double. 

O  MASTER,  it  is  good  to  be 
High  on  the  mountain  here  wnth  Thee : 
Where  stand  revealed  to  mortal  gaze 
Those  glorious  saints  of  other  days ; 


64  SIXTH    SUNDAY    AFTER    THE    EPIPHANY. 

Who  once  received  on  Horeb's  height 
Tlie  eternal  laws  of  truth  and  right ; 
Or  caught  the  still  small  whisper,  higher 
Than  storm,  than  earthquake,  or  than  fire. 

2  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 

With  Thee,  and  with  Thy  faithful  three: 

Here,  where  the  apostle's  heart  of  rock 

Is  nerved  against  temptation's  shock  ; 

Here,  where  the  son  of  thunder  learns 

The  thought  that  breathes,  and  word  that  burns ; 

Here,  where  on  eagle's  wings  we  move 

With  him  whose  last  best  creed  is  love, 

3  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
Entranced,  en  wrapt,  alone  with  Thee ; 
And  watch  Thy  glistering  raiment  glow, 
Whiter  than  Hermon's  whitest  snow; 
The  human  lineaments  that  shine 
Irradiant  with  a  light  divine : 

Till  we  too  change  from  grace  to  grace, 
Gazing  on  that  transfigured  Face. 

4  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 

Here  on  the  holy  Mount  with  Thee : 

When  darkling  in  the  depths  of  night, 

When  dazzled  with  excess  of  light. 

We  bow  before  the  heavenly  Voice 

That  bids  bewildered  souls  rejoice, 

Though  love  wax  cold,  and  faith  be  dim — 

*'This  is  My  Son — O  hear  ye  Him."  A.  P.  Stanley. 

*^ And  the  voice  which  came  from  heaven  we  heard  when  we  wrre 
with  Him  in  the  holy  niounty 

UPON  the  solitary  mountain's  height. 
In  radiant  beauty,  but  with  power  concealed, 
The  Son  of  Man,  unveiled  to  mortal  sight, 
Once  stands  revealed. 

2  Yet  not  alone — the  witnesses  are  there. 

The  deathless  and  the  dead  are  at  His  side, 
Their  lips  the  end  predestinate  declare. 
Nor  seek  to  hide  ! 

3  But  why  this  world  from  thy  mysterious  grave, 

Lawgiver  of  God's  people,  hast  thou  trod — 
Why  come  thy  steeds  of  fire  o'er  Jordan's  wave. 
Prophet  of  God  ? 


SIXTH    SUNDAY    AFTER   THE     ERIPHANY.  65 

4  Do  ye  revisit  earth  to  testify- 

That  Law  and  Voice  Prophetic,  shadows  dim, 
Are  swallowed  up  in  Christ's  last  victory, 
Finished  in  Him? 

5  Yet  on  the  passing  brightness  of  that  hour 

The  shadow  of  the  cross  still  darkly  fell, 
As  if  alone  the  hiding  of  His  power 
Ye  dared  to  tell. 

6  Come,  O  my  soul !   in  holy  rapture  hear 

Tabor  and  Hermon  in  His  name  rejoice, 
How  good  for  ais  to  be  forever  near, 
Listening  His  voice. 

7  Lord,  pour  Thy  Spirit  all  our  souls  to  fill. 

Transfigured  to  the  image  of  Thine  own, 
Until  we  rest  upon  Thy  holy  hill. 
Before  the  Throne. 

Edward  A.  Dayman,  1866. 

^^  The  love  of  God,  which  is  in  Owist  Jesus  our  Lord.  ^^ 

8^  &  7i-,  double. 

OVE  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ! 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling ; 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown  : 
Jesus  !  Thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure  unbounded  love  Thou  art  j 
Visit  us,  with  Thy  salvation ; 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  Oh !  breathe  Thy  loving  Spirit 
Into  every  troubled  breast ; 

Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  the  promised  rest : 
Take  away  our  power  of  sinning; 

Alpha  and  Omega  be ; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning! 
•  Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver. 
Let  us  all  Thy  life  receive; 

Suddenly  return,  and  never. 

Never  more  Thy  temples  leave: 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing. 

Serve  Thee  as  Thy  hosts  above. 
Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing. 

Glory  in  Thy  perfect  love. 
6*  E 


L' 


66  SIXTH    SUNDAY    AFTER    THE    EPIPHANY. 

4  Finish  then  Thy  new  creation; 
Pure  and  sinless  let  us  be ; 
Let  us  see  Thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restored  in  Thee. 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Charles  Wesley,  1746. 

^^Beliold  what  manner  of  love  the  Father  hath  bestowed  upon  us. 


98 


S.  M. 

BEHOLD  !  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  hath  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race 
To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 

2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

.  How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But,  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure. 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

5  If,  in  my  Father's  love, 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  Thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne;  • 

My  faith  shall — ''Abba,  Father!  " — cry 
And  Thou  the  kindred  own. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

^^ I  heard  a  great  voice  of  inuch  people  in  heaven,  saying,  Alleluia. 
QQ  8j"  &  7J-,  6  lilies. 

ALLELUIA,  song  of  sweetness. 
Voice  of  joy  that  cannot  die. 


SEPTUAGESIMA. 


67 


100 


Alleluia  is  the  anthem 

Ever  dear  to  choirs  on  high ; 
In  the  house  of  God  abiding, 

Thus  they  sing  eternally. 

Alleluia  thou  resoundest 

True  Jerusalem  and  free  5 
Alleluia,  joyful  Mother, 

All  thy  children  sing  with  thee : 
But  by  Babylon's  sad  waters 

Mourning  exiles  now  are  we. 

Alleluia  cannot  always 

Be  our  song  while  here  below ; 
Alleluia  our  transgressions 

Make  us  for  a  while  forego ; 
For  the  solemn  time  is  coming 

When  our  tears  for  sin  must  flow. 

[  Therefore  in  our  hymns  we  pray  Thee, 

Grant  us,  blessed  Trinity, 

At  the  last  to  keep  Thine  Easter 

In  our  home  beyond  the  sky ; 

There  to  Thee  forever  singing 

Alleluia  joyfully. 

•'  Adam  St  Victor. 

Trans,  by  J.  M.  Neale.    Altered, 


SEPTUAGESIMA. 


*'  Why  stand  ye  here  all  the  day  idle?'* 
L.  M. 

THE  God  of  mercy  warns  us  all 
From  day  to  day,  from  year  to  year ; 
And  each  must  hear  His  awful  call, 
"No  longer  stand  ye  idle  here." 

2  Ye,  whose  young  cheeks  with  health  are  bright, 
Whose  hands  are  strong,  whose  hearts  are  clear, 
Why  will  ye  waste  the  morning  light? 
Alas,  why  stand  ye  idle  here? 

.3  And  ye,  whose  scanty  locks  of  gray 
Foretell  your  latest  travail  near, 
How  swiftly  fades  your  closing  day, 
And  yet  ye  stand  thus  idle  here. 


68  SEPTUAGESIMA. 

4  O  Thou,  in  heaven  and  earth  adored, 
Who  makest  erring  souls  Thy  care, 
Now  call  us  to  Thy  vineyard,  Lord, 
And  give  us  grace  to  serve  Thee  there. 

Hymn.  Christ. 

^^  Know  ye  not,  that  they  which  run,  run  all,  but  one  receiveth  the 

prize  ?' ' 

C.  M. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on  ! 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Holds  thee  in  full  survey ; 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice, 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 

Tis  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Then  wake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on ; 

A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal. 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 

*'  So  ru?t  that  ye  may  obtain^ 

Zs  &  7J-. 

T  OW  the  Church's  songs  of  gladness 
Change  their  key  to  heart  and  ear — 
Now  steals  on  with  sober  sadness 
The  dim  twilight  of  her  year. 

2  Late,  her  Saviour  Lord's  appearing 
Filled  each  heart  and  swelled  each  strain. 

Now  the  solemn  time  is  nearing 
When  He  passes  into  pain. 

3  Late,  tho'  round  a  lowly  manger. 
Angels  sang  and  glory  shone. 

Now  He  passes  into  danger, 
In  the  wilderness  alone. 


H 


SEPTUAGESIMA.  69 

4  Lord,  our  souls  and  bodies  render 

Meet  to  watch,  and  kneel,  and  pray, 
By  Thy  love,  so  true  and  tender, 
All  thro'  that  long  battle-day. 

5  Grant  us  that  instinctive  yearning 

Which  the  Christian's  soul  doth  move, 
To  be  near  Thee,  ever  learning 
The  deep  secrets  of  Thy  love. 

6  Keep  us  near  Thee,  in  Thy  fasting, 

In  Thy  peril  and  Thy  pain ; 

That,  our  garla,nd  everlasting, 

Running  so,  we  may  obtain. 

y.  S.  B.  Monsell,  1857. 

"  There  is  forgiveness  with  Thee,  that  Thou  7?iayest  be  feared J*^ 

C.  M. 

OW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart 
Forgetful  of  His  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls — '^  Return  !" 

Dear  Lord  !  and  may  I  come? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ', 
Oh  !   take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  Thou — wilt  Thou  yet  forgive. 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live 
To  speak  Thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace  !  Thy  healing  power. 

How  glorious,  how  divine  !  . 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
A  heart  so  vile  as  mine  ! 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet. 

Dear  Saviour  !   I  adore  ; 
Oh  !  keep  me  at  Thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 

"  For  when  we  were  yet  without  strength,  in  due  time  Christ  died 

for  the  ungodly. ' ' 
C.  M. 

LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
_   And  did  my  Sovereign  die? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


A^ 


yo  SEPTUAGESIMA. 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !   grace  miknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  His  dear  cross  appears  ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

*'  For  ye  have  need  of  patience,  that  after  ye  have  done  the  will  of 
God,  ye  might  receive  the  projnise.^'' 

6s,  ds,  8^,  ds,  ds,  6j",  ^s,  ds,  (}S, 

THE  Church  has  waited  long 
Her  absent  Lord  to  see  ; 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits  ; — 
A  friendless  stranger  she. 
Age  after  age  has  gone, 
Sun  after  sun  has  set. 
And  still  in  weeds  of  widowhood 
She  weeps  a  mourner  yet ; 

Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 

2  Saint  after  saint  on  earth 
Has  lived,  and  loved,  and  died ; 

And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one. 

We  laid  them  side  by  side ; 

We  laid  them  down  to  sleep. 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn ; 
We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there. 

Until  the  glorious  morn  ; 

Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 

3  We  long  to  hear  Thy  Voice, 
To  see  Thee  face  to  face. 

To  share  Thy  crown  and  glory  there. 
As  now  we  share  Thy  grace. 


SEXAGESIMA.  7 1 

Should  not  the  loving  Bride 
The  absent  Bridegroom  mourn  ? 
Should  she  not  wear  the  weeds  of  grief 
Until  her  Lord's  return? 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 

4  The  whole  creation  groans. 

And  waits  to  hear  that  Voice, 
That  shall  restore  her  comeliness 

And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 

Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain. 
And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 

Thine  own  fair  world  again  ; 
Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 

Horatius  Bonar,  iZ^6. 


SEXAGESIMA. 


*'  A  sower  went  forth  to  sow  his  seed.^^ 
L.  M. 

OTHOU  at  whose  divine  command 
Good  seed  is  sown  in  every  land, 
Thy  Holy  Ghost  to  us  impart. 
And  for  Thy  Word  prepare  each  heart. 

2  Not  among  thorns  of  worldly  thought, 
Nor  soon  by  passing  plunderers  caught, 
Nor  lacking  depth  the  root  to  feed. 
May  we  receive  Thy  Spirit's  seed. 

3  But  may  it,  while  Thy  sowers  toil. 
Fall  in  a  good  and  honest  soil ; 
And  springing  up  from  firmest  root, 
With  patience  bear  abundant  fruit. 

By.  Alford,  1845. 

"  The  seed  is  the  word  of  God^ 
C.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  Thy  word  is  cast 
Like  seed  into  the  ground  ; 
Now  let  the  dews  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  growth  abound. 


72 


SEXAGESIMA. 


2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove ; 
But  give  it  root  in  every  heart, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 

The  rising  plant  destroy  ; 
But  let  it  yield  an  hundred  fold 
Returns  of  peace  and  joy  : 

4  Nor  let  Thy  Word,  so  kindly  sent 

To  raise  us  to  Thy  throne, 
Go  back  to  Thee,  and  sadly  tell 
That  we  reject  Thy  Son. 

5  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown. 

Thy  quickening  grace  bestow. 
That  all,  whose  souls  the  truth  receive, 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 

.  Jno.  Cawood,  1825,  altered. 

"  Not  unto  us,  O  Lo7'd,  not  unto  us,  but  unto  Thy  name  give 

glory  r 


108 


7^",  6  lines. 

NOT  in  any  thing  we  do, 
Thought  that's  pure,  or  word  that's  true, 
Saviour,  would  we  put  our  trust. 
Frail  as  vapor,  vile  as  dust. 
All  that  flatters  we  disown  : 
Righteousness  is  Thine  alone. 

2  Though  we  underwent  for  Thee 
Perils  of  the  land  and  sea, — 
Though  we  cast  our  lives  away, 
Dying  for  Thee  day  by  day. 
Boast  we  never  of  our  own  : 
Grace  and  strength  are  Thine  alone. 

3  Native  cumberers  of  the  ground, 
All  our  fruit  from  Thee  is  found, 
Grafted  in  Thine  olive.  Lord, 
New-begotten  by  Thy  word, 

All  we  have  is  Thine  alone : 
Life  and  power  are  not  our  own. 

4  And  when  Thy  returning  voice 
Calls  Thy  faithful  to  rejoice. 


SEXAGESIMA.  73 

When  the  countless  throng  to  Thee 
Cast  their  crown  of  victory, 
We  will  sing  before  the  Throne, 
"  Thine  the  glory,  not  our  own  !" 

Henry' A  If  or d,  1866. 

'*  Look  mercifully  on  our  low  estate,  and  cause  Thy  grace  to 
triu77iph  in  our  weakness  J' ^ 

UIDE  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah, 
jr   Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 
I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty, 
•         Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand  ; 
Bread  of  heaven  ! 
Feed  me  now  and  evermore. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain. 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  \ 

Strong  Deliverer ! 
Be  Thou  still  my  Strength  and  Shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  Destruction  ! 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  ; 

Songs  of  praises, 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

•  William  Williams,  1774. 

'*  By  grace  are  ye  saved,  through  faith  ;  and  that  not  of  yourselves  : 

it  is  the  gift  of  God. ' ' 
L.  M. 

THIRST,  Thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
To  wash  me  in  Thy  cleansing  blood. 

To  dwell  within  Thy  wounds ;  then  pain 

Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Forever  closed  to  all  but  Thee  ! 
Seal  Thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close  shelter' d  in  Thy  bleeding  side  ! 
Who  thence  their  life  and  strength  derive, 
And  by  Thee  move,  and  in  Thee  live. 


I 


74  SEXAGESIMA. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  de?th. 
Till  Thou  Thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe? 
Thou  giv'st  the  power,  the  grace  to  move : 
Oh,  wondrous  grace  !    Oh,  boundless  love  ! 

"  Thou  art  my  hiding-placed 
S.  M. 

TO  Christ,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  Son  of  God,  we  sing  ; 
To  Him  who  saved  us  by  His  love, 
Let  holy  anthems  ring. 

Deep  in  His  heart  for  us 

The  wound  of  love  He  bore ; 
That  love,  which  still  He  kindles  in 

The  hearts  that  Him  adore. 
O  Jesus  !  Victim  blest ! 

What  else  but  love  divine, 
Could  Thee  constrain  to  open  thus 

That  sacred  heart  of  Thine  ? 

.  O  Fount  of  endless  life  ! 
O  Spring  of  water  clear  ! 
O  Flame  celestial,  cleansing  all 
Who  unto  Thee  draw  near  ! 

Hide  me  in  Thy  dear  heart, 

For  thither  do  I  fly ; 
There  seek  Thy  grace  through  life,  in  death 

Thine  immortality.  ^ 

Latin  Hymn. 

Translated  by  E.  Caswall. 

"For  I  am  not  asha?7ted  of  the  gospel  of  Christ. 
L.  M. 

JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee? 
Ashamed  of  Thee !  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  1  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine. 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon  : 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  He, 
Bright  Morning-Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 


QUINQUAGESIMA.  75 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus !   that  dear  Friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
Tliat  I  no  more  revere  His  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus !   yes,  I  may. 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away. 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain : 
And,  Oh  !   may  this  my  glory  be. 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

Joseph  Gngg,  1774. 

Altered  by  Benj.  Francis. 

QUINQUAGESIMA. 

^'Se/td  Thy  Holy  Ghost ^  and  pour  info  our  hearts  that  most  excel- 
lent gift  of  char-ity. ' ' 

8j,  5-^'  8j,  5J-. 

THOU,  who  on  that  wondrous  journey 
Sett'st  Thy  face  to  die, 
By  Thy  holy  meek  example 
Teach  us  Charity  ! 

2  Thou,  who  that  dread  cup  of  suffering 

Didst  not  put  from  Thee, 
O  most  loving  of  the  loving, 
Give  us  Charity ! 

3  Thou,  who  reignest,  bright  in  glory, 

On  God's  throne  on  high, 
O,  that  we  may  share  Thy  triumph. 
Grant  us  Charity ! 

4  Send  us  Faith,  that  trusts  Thy  promise, 

Hope,  with  upward  eye. 
But  more  blest  than  both,  and  greater. 

Send  us  Charity!  Henry  Alfoi'd,  1866. 

^^  Greater  love  hath  no  man  than  this,  that  a  man  lay  down  his 

life  for  his  friends. ' ' 
L.  M. 

T  ESUS,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 

No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare; 
Unite  my  thankful  heart  to  Thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 


J 


76  QUINQUAGESIMA. 

2  Thy  love,  how  cheering  is  its  ray ! 

AH  pain  before  its  presence  flies : 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away. 
Where'er  its  healing  beams  arise. 

3  O,  let  Thy  love  my  soul  inflame, 

And  to  Thy  service  sweetly  bind ; 
Transfuse  it  through  my  inmost  fram^e, 
And  mould  me  wholly  to  Thy  mind. 

4  Thy  love,  in  sufferings,  be  my  peace ; 

Thy  love,  in  weakness,  make  me  strong; 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
Thy  love  shall  be,  in  heaven,  my  song. 

Pati/  Gerhardt,  1659. 

Trans,  by  John  Wesley,  IJJQ.     Altered. 

^^  Charity f  the  very  bond  of  perfectness,  and  of  all  virtues ^ 

8j-  &  7^. 

ORD  of  life,  whose  words  have  taught  us 

How  to  serve  Thee  and  obey : 

Lord  of  love,  whose  deeds  have  brought  us 
Wondering  at  Thy  feet  to  pray : 

2  Fill  our  hearts  with  ample  measure 
Of  the  Christian  graces  three; 

Most  of  all  v/ith  Thy  dear  treasure. 
Never-failing  charity : 

3  Charity  that  ever  bindeth 
Mortal  men  with  cords  of  love; 

Charity  that  still  remindeth 
Earthly  souls  of  heaven  above : 

4  Charity,  the  Spirit's  token 
Sinners  have  received  of  Thee: 

He  whom  Jesus  loved  hath  spoken 
''God  Himself  is  Charity." 

Hymn.  Christ. 

*^ And  now  abidcih  faith,  hope,  eharity,  these  three  :  but  the 
greatest  of  these  is  eharity. ' ' 

S.   M. 

LORD  of  the  hearts  of  men  ! 
Thou  hast  vouchsafed  to  bless, 
From  age  to  age.  Thy  chosen  saints 
With  fruits  of  holiness. 


QUINQUAGESIMA.  77 

2  Here  faith,  and  hope,  and  love 

Reign  in  sweet  bond  allied ; 
There,  when  this  little  day  is  o'er, 
Shall  love  alone  abide. 

3  O  love,  O  truth,  O  light ! 

Light  never  to  decay  ! 
O  rest  from  thousand  labors  past ! 
O  endless  Sabbath-day ! 

4  Here  amid  cares  and  tears, 

Bearing  the  seed  we  come ; 
There  with  rejoicing  hearts  we  bring 
Our  harvest-burdens  home. 

5  Give,  mighty  Lord  divine, 

The  fruits  Thyself  dost  love; 
Soon  shalt  Thou  from  Thy  judgment  seat, 
Crown  Thine  own  gifts  above. 

Latm  Hymn. 

Trans.  Jas.  R.  Woodford. 


^^For  with  Thee  is  the  fountain  of  life  ^ 
2>s  &  7J-,  double. 

JESLTS,  Refuge  of  the  weary, 
Object  of  the  spirit's  love. 
Fountain  in  life's  desert  dreary, 
Saviour  from  the  world  above  : 
O  how  oft  Thine  eyes,  offended, 

Gaze  upon  the  sinner's  fall ! 
Yet  upon  the  cross  extended. 
Thou  didst  bear  the  pain  of  all. 

2  Do  we  pass  that  cross  unheeding. 

Breathing  no  repentant  vow. 
Though  we  see  Thee  wounded,  bleeding. 

See  Thy  thorn-encircled  brow  ! 
Yet  Thy  sinless  death  hast  brought  us 

Life  eternal,  peace  and  rest ; 
Only  what  Thy  grace  has  taught  us 

Calms  the  sinner's  stormv  breast. 

3  Jesus,  may  our  hearts  be  burning 

With  more  fervent  love  for  Thee  I 
May  our  eyes  be  ever  turning 
To  Thy  cross  of  agony; 


7 


* 


yS  ASH    WEDNESDAY. 

Till  in  glory,  parted  never 

From  the  blessed  Saviour's  side, 
Graven  in  our  hearts  for  ever, 

Dwell  the  cross,  the  Crucified. 

Jerome  Savonarola,   1498. 

Trans.  Anon. 

^^All  mercy  will  I  keep  for  him  forevermore,  and  my  covenant  shall 

stand  fast  with  Jiimy 
2>s  &  7^. 

FAR  beyond  all  comprehension 
Is  Jehovah's  cov'nant  love  : 
Who  can  fathom  its  dimension, 
Or  its  unknown  limits  prove  ? 

2  Ere  the  earth  upon  its  basis, 
By  creating  power  was  built, 

His  designs  were  wise  and  gracious, 
For  removing  human  guilt. 

3  He  displayed  His  grand  intention, 
On  the  mount  of  Calvary  ; 

When  He  died  for  our  redemption, 
Lifted  high  upon  the  tree. 

4  O  !  how  sweet  to  view  the  flowing 
Of  His  soul-redeeming  blood, 

With  divine  assurance  knowing 
That  it  made  my  peace  with  God  ! 

5  Freely  Thou  wilt  bring  to  heaven 
All  Thy  chosen  ransomed  race. 

Who  to  Thee,  their  Head  were  given, 
In  the  covenant  of  grace. 


ASH  V/EDNESDAY. 


'fesus,  Master,  have  mercy  v.pon  us^ 
7^-,  double. 

SAVIOUR,  when  in  dust  to  Thee, 
Low  w^e  bend  th'  adoring  knee ; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies, 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
Oh  !   by  all  Thy  pains  and  woe. 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  Thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 


ASH    WEDNESDAY.  79 

2  By  Thy  helpless  infant  years ; 
By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears ; 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress, 
In  the  savage  wilderness ; 

By  the  dread,  mysterious  hour 
Of  th'  insulting  Tempter's  power, 
Turn,  O  turn,  a  favoring  eye ; 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany. 

3  By  the  sacred  griefs  that  wept 
O'er  the  grave  where  Lazarus  slept ; 
By  the  boding  tears  that  flowed 
Over  Salem's  loved  abode; 

By  the  anguished  eye  that  told 
Treach'ry  lurk'd  within  the  fold: 
From  Thy  seat  above  the  sky 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany. 

4  By  Thine  hour  of  dire  despair ; 
By  Thine  agony  of  prayer ; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear  and  torturing  scorn  ; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice  : 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany. 

5  By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan  ; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone ; 
By  the  vault  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God  ! 

Oh  !   from  earth  to  heaven  restor'd, 

Mighty,  re-ascended  Lord : 

Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 

Of  our  solemn  Litany.  Robert  Grant,  181 5. 

**Turn  ye  even  to  me  with  all  your  hearts,  and  with  fasting,  ana 
with  weeping,  and  with  mourning.^  ^ 
C.  M. 

THE  solemn  season  calls  us  now 
A  holy  fast  to  keep ; 
To  crowd  within  the  temple  walls, 
Lament,  and  pray,  and  weep. 

2  And  yet,  O  God,  no  plaintive  sobs 
From  Thee  can  pardon  win, 
Unless  the  heart  be  moved  with  grief. 
And  penitent  for  sin. 


8o  ASH    WEDNESDAY. 

3  With  Thee  avail  not  smitten  breast, 

Sad  face,  and  garments  rent, 
Unless  the  contrite  soul  be  sad. 
And  all  its  guilt  lament. 

4  With  tears  that  speak  a  mourning  heart. 

We  Thee  entreat,  O  God, 
From  us  Thine  anger  turn  away. 
And  stay  th'  avenging  rod. 

5  Thou  art  a  righteous  Judge ;  O  deign 

To  spare  the  bruised  reed  : 
We  pray  for  time  to  turn  again, 
For  grace  to  turn  indeed. 

6  Blest  Trinity  in  Unity, 

Vouchsafe  us,  in  Thy  love, 
To  gather  from  these  fasts  below 

Immortal  fruit  above.  Latiii  Hymn. 

Translated  by  y.  Chandle?-,  altered. 

*^Tiirn  unto  the  Lord,  your  God :  for  He  is  gracious  and  merciful. ' ' 
1  L.  M. 

TFIOU  loving  Saviour  of  mankind. 
Before  Thy  throne  we  pray  and  weep ; 
O  strengthen  us,  with  grace  divine, 
This  sacred  fast  aright  to  keep. 

2  Searcher  of  hearts  !   Thou  dost  our  ills 
Discern  and  all  our  weakness  know : 

Again  to  Thee  in  tears  we  turn ; 
Again  to  us  Thy  mercy  show. 

3  Much  have  we  sinn'd,  but  we  confess    • 
Our  guilt  and  all  our  faults  deplore : 

O,  for  the  praise  of  Thy  great  name. 
These  fainting  souls  to  health  restore  ! 

4  And  grant  us,  while  by  fasts  w^e  strive 
This  mortal  body  to  control, 

To  fast  from  all  the  food  of  sin. 

And  so  to  purify  the  soul.        Grej^ory  tJw  Great. 

Translated  by  E.  Casivail,  altered. 

*  'Afy  sin  is  ever  l>efore  ?ne. ' ' 
7i-,  6^-,  double. 
Y  sins,  my  sins,  my  Saviour  ! 
They  take  such  hold  on  me, 
I  am  not  able  to  look  up, 
Save  only,  Christ,  to  Thee : 


M 


ASH    WEDNESDAY. 


8i 


In  Thee  is  all  forgiveness, 

In  Thee  abundant  grace, 
My  shadow  and  my  sunshine 

The  brightness  of  Thy  face. 

2  My  sins,  my  sins,  my  Saviour ! 

How  sad  on  Thee  they  fall ! 
Seen  through  Thy  gentle  patience, 

I  tenfold  feel  them  all. 
I  know  they  are  forgiven  ; 

But  still,  their  pain  to  me 
Is  all  the  grief  and  anguish 

They  laid,  my  Lord,  on  Thee. 

3  My  sins,  my  sins,  my  Saviour  1 

Their  guilt  I  never  knew. 
Till,  with  Thee,  in  the  desert 

I  near  Thy  passion  drew. 
Till,  with  Thee,  in  the  garden 

I  heard  Thy  pleading  prayer, 
And  saw  the  sweat-drops  bloody 

That  told  Thy  sorrow  there. 

4  Therefore  my  songs,  my  Saviour  I 

E'en  in  this  time  of  woe, 
Shall  tell  of  all  Thy  goodness 

To  suffering  man  below. 
Thy  goodness  and  Thy  favor. 

Whose  presence  from  above. 
Rejoice  those  hearts,  my  Saviour, 

That  live  in  Thee,  and  love. 

Jno.  S.  B.  Moiisell,  1863. 

^^For  we  have  not  a  High  Priest,  which  ca?tnnt  be  touched  with  a 
feeling  of  our  infirmities.'''' 


Hi-,  lOJ",  Hi",   lox,   io.f,  \os. 

T~      HOU  knov/est,  Lord,  the  weariness  and  sorrow 
Of  the  sad  heart  that  comes  to  Thee  for  rest;^ 
Cares  of  to-day,  and  burdens  for  to-morrow, 

Blessings  implored,  and  sins  to  be  confessed; 
We  come  before  Thee  at  Thy  gracious  word, 
And  lay  them  at  Thy  feet :   Thou  knowest,  Lord. 

Thou  knowest  all  the  past :    how  long  and  blindly 
On  the  dark  mountains  the  lost  wand'rer  strayed ; 

How  the  good  Shepherd  followed,  and  how  kindly 
He  bore  it  home,  upon  His  shoulders  laid ; 

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82  FIRST    SUNDAY    IN    LENT. 

And  healed  the  bleeding  wounds,  and  soothed  the  pain, 
And  brought  back  life,  and  hope,  and  strength  again. 

3  Thou  knowest,  not  alone  as  God,  all-knowing ; 

As  Man,  our  mortal  v/eakness  Thou  hast  proved : 
On  earth,  with  purest  sympathies  o'erflowing, 

O  Saviour,  Thou  hast  wept,  and  Thou  hast  loved; 
And  love  and  sorrow  still  to  Thee  may  come, 
And  find  a  hiding-place,  a  rest,  a  home. 

4  Therefore  we  come,  Thy  gentle  call  obeying, 

And  lay  our  sins  and  sorrows  at  Thy  feet ; 
On  everlasting  strength  our  weakness  staying. 

Clothed  in  Thy  robe  of  righteousness  complete : 
Then  rising  and  refreshed,  we  leave  Thy  throne, 
Then  follow  on  to  know  as  we  are  known. 

Jane  Borthwick. 


FIRST  SUNDAY  IN  LENT: 


*'77ien  was  Jesus  led  up  of  the  Spirit  info  the  wilderness  to  be 

tempted  of  the  Devil. ' ' 

C.  M. 

TESUS  our  Lord,  who  tempted  wast 
In  all  points  like  as  we, 
^  And  didst  achieve  in  that  dread  fight 
Undoubted  victory; 

2  Behold  Thy  spouse,  a  season  laid 
Beneath  the  Tempter's  power, 

Led  up  into  the  wilderness 
To  wait  her  trying  hour. 

3  May  she  her  forces  ready  make, 
And  gird  her  weapons  fast, 

And  in  the  armor  of  her  God 
Stand  fearless  to  the  last. 

4  Teach  us,  when  angered  at  our  lot 
Our  faithless  souls  repine, 

Man  liveth  not  by  bread  alone, 
But  by  each  word  divine. 

5  When  we  would  rush  on  danger's  point, 
And  dare  the  lifted  sword, 

Speak  in  our  ears  the  warning  voice, 
*'Thou  shalt  not  tempt  the  Lord." 


FIRST    SUNDAY    IN     LENT.  83 

6  And  when,  deceived  by  pride  or  power, 

Earth's  idols  we  espouse, 
Teach  us  that  Thou  art  God  alone, 
And  on  us  are' Thy  vows. 

7  Thus  more  than  conq'rors  we  shall  be 

In  this  our  deadly  strife. 

Till  angels  come  and  minister 

To  the  glad  heirs  of  life. 

Henry  A  If  or d,  1845. 


^^And  wheft  He  had  fasted  forty  days  and  forty  niglits.^^ 

25  ^'' 

FORTY  days  and  forty  nights 
Thou  wast  fasting  in  the  wild : 
Forty  days  and  forty  nights 
Tempted  and  yet  undefiled. 


2  Sunbeams  scorching  all  the  day : 

Chilly  dew-drops  nightly  shed: 
Prowling  beasts  about  Thy  way, 
Stones  Thy  pillow,  earth  Thy  bed. 

3  Shall  we  not  Thy  sorrow  share. 

And  from  earthly  joys  abstain, 
Fasting  with  unceasing  prayer. 
Glad  with  Thee  to  suffer  pain  ? 

4  And  if  Satan  vexing  sore 

Flesh  or  spirit  should  assail, 
Thou,  his  Vanquisher  before. 
Grant  we  may  not  faint  nor  fail. 

5  So  shall  we  have  peace  divine. 

Holier  gladness  ours  shall  be : 
Round  us  too  shall  angels  shine 
Such  as  ministered  to  Thee. 

Geo.  H  Smyttan,  altered. 

^^If  we  confess  our  sins.  He  is  faithful  and  fust  to  forgive  us  our 

sins. ' ' 

126  ^-  ^^• 

SHOW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive. 
Let  a  repenting  rebel,  live. 
Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 


84  FIRST    SUNDAY    IN     LENT. 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  ne'er  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound. 
So  let  Thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies. 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace ; 
Lord,  should  Thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  Thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord  ! 

Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  Thy  word, 

Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there. 

Some  sure  support  against  despair.     Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 

'  ^Lord,  remember  me. ' ' 
C.  M. 
THOU  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee ; 
\\\  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  with  a  broken,  contrite  heart, 

1  lift  mine  eyes  to  Thee ; 

Thy  name  proclaim.  Thyself  impart, 
In  love  remember  me. 

3  In  sore  temptations,  when  no  way 

To  shun  the  ill  I  see, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day. 
And  then  remember  me. 

4  And  when  I  tread  the  vale  of  death 

And  bow  at  Thy  decree, 
Then,  Saviour,  with  my  latest  breath, 

I'll  cry.  Remember  me.  Thos,  Hawcis,  1792. 

*'  Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  Thee,  and  there  is  none  tipo7i  earth 
that  I  desire  in  comparison  of  Thee. ' ' 

ds  &  AfS. 

EARER,  my  God  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 
That  raiseth  me ; 


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FIRST    SUNDAY    IN     LENT.  85 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down. 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

3  There  let  the  world  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise. 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing 
Cleaving  the  sky. 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot. 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee. 

Sarah  F.  Adams,  1841. 

^^Have  mercy  upon  me,  O  God,  according  to  Thy  loving- kittdness.'* 

S.  M. 
HOU  Lord  of  all  above, 
_     And  all  below  the  sky  ! 
Prostrate  before  Thy  feet  I  fall, 
And  for  Thy  mercy  cry. 

I  Forgive  my  follies  past. 

The  crimes  which  I  have  done ; 
Bid  a  repenting  sinner  live. 

Through  Thine  incarnate  Son. 
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86  SECOND    SUNDAY    IN    LENT. 

3  Guilt,  like  a  heavy  load, 

Upon  my  conscience  lies ; 
To  Thee  I  make  my  sorrows  known, 
And  lift  my  weeping  eyes. 

4  The  burden  which  I  feel. 

Thou  canst  alone  remove ; 
Do  Thou  display  Thy  pard'ning  grace, 
And  Thine  unbounded  love. 

Bejijainin  Beddome,  1790. 


SECOND  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 


^'Lord,  help  ;;/<?." 
C.  M. 
HELP  us,  Lord  !  each  hour  of  need 

Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 

Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live  ! 

2  O  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed 

With  contrite  anguish  sore  ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
O  help  us,  Lord,  the  more  ! 

3  O  help  us,  through  the  prayer  of  faith, 

More  firmly  to  believe  ; 
For  still,  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

4  O  help  us,  Jesus,  from  on  high  ! 

We  know  no  help  but  Thee  : 
O  help  us  so  to  live  and  die 
As  Thine  in  heaven  to  be  ! 

Henry  H.  Mibnan. 

"  Vouchsafe  unto  us  both  the  outward  and  inward  defence  of  Thy 

guardian  care^ 
C.  M. 

THE  burden  of  my  sins,  O  Lord, 
Is  more  than  I  can  bear — 
To  Thee  I  bring  the  guilty  load, 
To  Thee  address  my  prayer. 


SECOND    SUNDAY    IN    LENT.  87 

For  naught  of  good  that  I  have  done, 

On  Thy  dear  name  I  call, 
Alone  upon  the  cross  I  lean, 

My  Saviour  and  my  All. 

Teach  me  to  feel  how  weak  I  am 

Without  Thy  strength' ning  power, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  grace  renew 

For  every  passing  hour. 

Dangers  unseen  on  every  side 

Crowd  thick  life's  troubled  way, 
O  guard  me  through  the  shadowy  night, 

And  guide  my  steps  by  day. 

If  sorrow  shade,  if  grief  oppress, 

Whatever  be  Thy  will, 
O,  may  I  bow  to  Thy  behest, 

And  own  Thy  mercy  still. 

And  when  the  chilling  shades  of  death 

Obscure  life's  fading  ray. 
Through  all  may  I  descry  the  dawn 

Of  an  eternal  day. 

C.  C.  Cox,  1859U 

' '  The  rock  of  our  salvation. ' ' 

yj-,  6  lines. 

ROCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  ! 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed. 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure ; 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  Thy  law's  demands ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know. 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow. 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone  ! 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress. 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace  j 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly. 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 


88  SECOND    SUNDAY    IN    LENT. 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  through  tracts  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment  throne. 
Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me  ! 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

Aiigicstus  M.  Toplady,  1776. 


1; 


^^ Death  passed  upon  all  men,  for  that  all  have  sinned^ 

L.  M. 

LORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin. 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath. 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death  ; 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart ; 
But  we're  defiled  in  every  part. 

3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew. 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true; 
O  make  me  wise  betimes  to  see 
My  danger  and  my  remedy. 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  Thy  face ; 
My  only  refuge  is  Thy  grace ; 
No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  ;    • 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast. 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea. 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

6  Jesus,  my  God,  Thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone  ; 
Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

7  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace. 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease  ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  Thy  pard'ning  voice. 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


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SECOND    SUNDAY    IN    LENT.  89 

^In  the  world  ye  shall  have  tribulation,  but  be  of  good  cheer :  I 
have  overcome  the  world. ' ' 
L.  M. 

TERNAL  Beam  of  Light  divine, 
Thou  Fount  of  unexhausted  love ; 
In  whom  the  Father's  glories  shine 

Through  earth  beneath  and  heaven  above  : 

2  Jesus,  the  weary  wanderer's  Rest, 
Give  us  Thy  easy  yoke  to  bear ; 

With  steadfast  patience  arm  each  breast, 
With  spotless  love,  and  lowly  fear. 

3  In  faith  we  take  the  cup  from  Thee, 
Prepared  and  mingled  by  Thy  skill : 

Though  bitter  to  the  taste  it  be, 

'Tis  strong  the  wounded  soul  to  heal. 

4  Be  Thou,  O  Rock  of  Ages,  nigh  ; 
So  shall  each  murmuring  thought  be  gone  ; 

And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care  shall  fly. 
As  clouds  before  the  mid-day  sun. 

5  Oh  !  speak  our  warring  passions  peace ; 
And  bid  our  trembling  hearts,  Be  still : 

Thy  power  our  strength  and  fortress  is. 
For  all  things  serve  Thy  sovereign  will. 

6  Thou,  Lord,  the  dreadful  fight  hast  won  ; 
Alone,  Thou  hast  the  wine-press  trod  : 

In  us  Thy  strength' ning  grace  be  shown, 
And  make  us  conquer  in  Thy  Blood. 

jfohn  Wesley. 

''O,  that  I  knew  where  I  anight  find  Him. ' ' 
8^  &  yj",   6  li7ies. 

BEHOLD  me  here,  in  grief  draw  near. 
Pleading  at  Thy  throne,  O  King ; 
To  Thee  each  tear,  each  trembling  fear, 

Jesus,  Son  of  Man !   I  bring. 
Let  me  find  Thee — let  me  find  Thee, 
Me,  a  vile  and  worthless  thing ! 

2  Look  down  in  love,  and  from  above, 
With  Thy  Spirit  satisfy ; 
Thou  hast  sought  me,  Thou  hast  bought  me. 

And  Thy  purchase.  Lord  am  I. 
Let  me  find  Thee — let  me  find  Thee, 
Here  on  earth,  and  there  on  high ! 
8* 


90  SECOND    SUNDAY    IN    LENT. 

3  No  Other  prayer  to  Thee  I  bear, 

O  my  Lord,  but  only  this, 
To  share  Thy  grace,  to  see  Thy  face, 

And  know  Thy  people's  bliss. 
Let  me  find  Thee — let  me  find  Thee, 

Thee  to  find  is  blessedness. 

4  Hear  the  broken,  scarcely  spoken 

Utt'rance  of  my  heart  to  Thee; 
All  the  crying,  all  the  sighing 

Of  Thy  child  accepted  be. 
Let  me  find  Thee — let  me  find  Thee, 

Thus  my  soul  longs  ardently. 

5  Worldly  pleasures,  earthly  treasures, 

Joys  and  honors  will  not  stay ; 
They  often  pain,  and,  oh !  how  vain, 

Looking  to  eternity ! 
Let  me  find  Thee — let  me  find  Thee, 

Find  Thee,  O  my  God,  this  day ! 

Joachim  Neander,  1679. 

Trans.  {Hymns  from  Land  of  Luther.) 


^'The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  :  He  shall  preserve  thy  soul.''^ 

\  C.  M. 

DEAR  Father  !   to  Thy  mercy-seat 
My  soul  for  shelter  flies ; 
'Tis  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 
If  Thou,  my  God,  art  near ; 

Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord, 
Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 

Oh,  let  Thy  kind.  Thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart ! 

4  Oh,  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  this  divine  retreat ! 

Still  let  me  trust  Thy  power  and  love. 
And  dwell  beneath  Thy  feet. 

Anne  Steele. 


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THIRD    SUNDAY  IN    LENT. 


137 


''He  takethfrom  him  all  his  armor  wherein  he  trusted,  and  di- 

videth  the  spoilt 
Germafi  Choral. 

A  STRONG  tower  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
To  shelter  and  defend  us : 
Our  shield  His  arm,  our  sword  His  rod, 
Against  our  foes  befriend  us : 
That  ancient  Enemy, 
His  gathering  power  we  see, 
His  terrors  and  his  toils, 
Yet  victory  with  its  spoils, 
Not  earth,  but  Heaven  shall  send  us. 

!  Though  wrestling  with  the  wrath  of  hell. 
No  might  of  man  avail  us : 
Our  Captain  is  Immanuel, 
And  angel  comrades  hail  us ! 

Still  challenge  ye  His  name 
'*  Christ  in  the  flesh  who  came," 
''The  Lord,  the  Lord  of  hosts!'* 

Our  cause  His  succor  boasts, 
And  God  shall  never  fail  us. 

3  Though  earth  by  peopling  fiends  be  trod. 
Embattled  all,  yet  hidden ; 

And  though  their  proud  usurping  gods 
O'er  thrones  and  shrines  have  stridden ; 

Nay,  let  them  stand  reveal'd, 

And  darken  all  the  field ; 

We  fear  not :   fall  they  must  ! 

The  Word,  wherein- we  trust, 
Their  triumph  hath  forbidden. 

4  While  mighty  truth  with  us  remains. 
Hell's  arts  shall  move  us  never  ; 

Nor  parting  friendships,  honors,  gains, 
Our  love  from  Jesus  sever  : 
They  leave  us,  when  they  part, 
With  Him  a  peaceful  heart ; 
And  when  from  death  we  rise. 
Death  yields  us,  as  he  dies, 
The  crown  of  life  forever. 

Martin  Luther. 

Trans.  VV.  M.  Bunting. 


92  THIRD    SUNDAY    IN     LENT. 


' ''Lord,  to  whom  shall  we  go  ?^* 

138  c.  M. 

EAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul ! 
On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise  ; 
On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 


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i: 


2  To  Thee,  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  Thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But,  Oh  !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  Thee  mine ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  Thy  face  ? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf,  when  I  complain  ? 

5  No  ;  still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  prayer; 
Oh  !  may  I  ever  find  access 
To  breathe  my  sorrows  there  ! 

6  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still. 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  Thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  Thy  feet. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 

^Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  which  taketh  away  the  sin  of  the 

world. ' ' 

19  L.  M. 

JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
And  that  Thou  bid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God  !     I  come — I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God  !     I  come — I  come  ! 


THIRD    SUNDAY    IN     LENT.  93 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God  !   I  come — I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind  ! 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind. 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God  !  I  come — I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am  ;  Thou  wilt  receive. 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 

O  Lamb  of  God  !   I  come — I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am ;  Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now,  to  be  Thine,  yea.  Thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God  !  I  come — I  come  ! 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1836. 
^^ If  any  man  sin,  we  have  an  advocate   with  the   Father^  Jesus 
Christ  the  righteous. ' ' 
yj",  6s ^  8  lines.  ■ 

JESUS,  our  salvation, 
Low  at  Thy  cross  we  lie ; 
Lord,  in  Thy  great  compassion. 

Hear  our  bewailing  cry. 
We  come  to  Thee  with  mourning, 

We  come  to  Thee  in  woe ; 
With  contrite  hearts  returning, 
And  tears  that  overflow. 

O  gracious  Intercessor, 

O  Priest  within  the  Veil, 
Plead,  for  each  lost  transgressor, 

The  blood  that  cannot  fail. 
We  spread  our  sins  before  Thee, 

We  tell  them  one  by  one ; 
O  for  Thy  name's  great  glory, 

Forgive  all  we  have  done. 

O  by  Thy  cross  and  passion. 

Thy  tears  and  agony. 
And  crown  of  cruel  fashion. 

And  death  on  Calvary ; 
By  all  that  untold  suff'ring 

Endured  by  Thee  alone  ; 
O  Priest,  O  spotless  Off' ring. 

Plead  for  us,  and  atone. 


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94  THIRD    SUNDAY    IN     LENT. 

4  And  in  these  hearts  now  broken 
Re-enter  Thou  and  reign : 
And  say,  by  that  dear  token, 

We  are  absolved  again. 
And  build  us  up,  and  guide  us. 

And  guard  us  day  by  day  ; 
And  in  Thy  presence  hide  us,. 
And  take  our  sins  away. 

y.  Hamilton. 

**In  all  time  of  our  tribulation  :  i7i  all  time  of  our  wealth  :  in  the 
hour  of  death,  and  in  the  day  of  judgment,  good  Lord,  deliver  us.'^ 

Zs,  yjT,  4J-. 

JESUS,  Lord, we  kneel  before  Thee  ; 
Bend  from  heaven  Thy  gracious  ear ; 
While  our  waiting  souls  adore  Thee, 
Friend  of  helpless  sinners,  hear; 

By  Thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord ! 

2  From  the  death  of  nature's  blindness, 
From  the  hardening  power  of  sin, 

From  all  malice  and  unkindness. 
From  the  pride  that  lurks  within. 

By  Thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us.  Good  Lord  ! 

3  When  temptation  sorely  presses, 
In  the  day  of  Satan's  power. 

In  our  times  of  deep  distresses. 
In  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 

By  Thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us.  Good  Lord  ! 

4  In  the  weary  night  of  sickness. 
In  the  throes  of  grief  and  pain, 

When  we  feel  our  mortal  weakness, 
When  all  human  help  is  vain. 

By  Thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 

5  In  the  solemn  hour  of  dying, 
In  the  awful  judgment-day, 

May  our  souls  on  Thee  relying 

Find  Thee  still  our  Hope  and  Stay; 

By  Thy  mercy,  «. 

O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 


FOURTH    SUNDAY    IN     LENT.  95 

6  Jesus,  may  Thy  promis'd  blessing 
Comfort  to  our  souls  afford ; 
May  we  now  Thy  love  possessing 
Find  at  last  the  great  reward ; 

By  Thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 

James  J.  Cummins,  1849. 

Tliou  art  my  hiding-place;  Thou  shalt preserve  me  froui  trouble. ' ' 

Si-,  7^-,  4f. 

JESUS,  to  Thy  cross  I  hasten, 
In  all  weariness  my  home ; 
Let  Thy  dying  love  come  o'er  me — 
Light  and  covert  in  the  gloom : 

Saviour,  hide  me, 
Till  the  hour  of  gloom  is  o'er. 

Where  life's  tempests  dark  are' rolling 

Fearful  shadows  o'er  my  way; 
Let  firm  faith  in  Thee  sustain  me, 

Every  rising  fear  allay : 
Hide,  oh  !  hide  me, 

Hide  me  till  the  storm  is  o'er. 

When  stern  death  at  last  shall  lead  me 

Through  the  dark  and  lonely  vale ; 
Let  Thy  hope  uphold  and  cheer  me, 

Though  my  flesh  and  heart  should  fail. 
Safely  hide  me 

With  Thyself  forevermore.  J^'l/" 

FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN  LENT.    >^^^^^^' 


"  IVJience  shall  we  buy  breads  that  these  may  eat  ?^'* 

O  BLESSED  Lord  !  The  earth  is  Thine. 
By  Thy  creative  hand 
The  golden  harvests  crown  the  year, 
And  deck  the  fertile  land. 


O  blessed  Lord  !  Thou  Bread  of  life 
That  cometh  down  from  heaven  ! 

Supplies  of  everlasting  food 
By  Thee  to  man  are  given. 


g6  FOURTH*  SUNDAY    IN    LENT. 

3  Thy  Godhead  is  the  well-spring,  Lord, 

The  pure,  exhaustless  source, 
From  which  they  flow,  through  age  to  age. 
In  never-ending  course. 

4  In  channels  form'd  by  Thee  they  flow. 

In  rivulets  of  grace, 
Refreshing  all  who  wander  here 
In  this  world's  desert  place. 

5  O  feed  us,  weary  pilgrims,  Lord, 

And  to  Thy  Zion  bring, 
To  keep  a  heavenly  feast  with  Thee 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King.       C.  Wordsworth. 

*'ln  that  day  there  shall  be  a  fountain  opened  to  the  house  of 

David: ' 
C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

Washed  all  my  sins  away. 

Dear,  dying  Lamb  !   Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 

Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 

E'er  since  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme. 

And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

William  Cow  per,  1779. 

''  We  love  Him,  because  He  first  loved  us^ 
L.  M. 
LOVE  Thee,  O  most  gracious  Lord, 
_    Not  that  Thou  sav'st  me  by  Thy  Word; 
Nor  yet  because  Thy  wrath  shall  doom 
Those  loving  not  to  endless  gloom. 


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FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN  LENT.  gf 

2  Thou,  Thou,  my  Jesus,  full  of  grace, 
Didst  me  upon  the  cross  embrace  ; 
Didst  bear  the  nails,  the  bloody  spear, 
The  great  disgrace,  the  rabble's  jeer. 

3  Innumerable  griefs  were  Thine, 

Great  sweats  and  anguish.  Lord  of  mine ! 

The  pangs  of  death,  and  all  for  me. 

That  I,  poor  wretch,  might  come  to  Thee  ! 

4  Then  why  not  love  with  all  my  heart  ? 
O  Jesus,  most  beloved  Thou  art  ! 

Not  that  Thou  sav'st  my  soul  above. 
Nor  me  condemn' st,  do  I  Thee  love. 

5  Not  for  the  hope  of  sure  reward, 
But  for  Thy  love,  O  blessed  Lord  ! 
My  love  is  Thine,  and  e'er  shall  be, 
Because,  my  King,  Thou  reign 'st  o'er  me  ! 

Francis  Xavier. 

Trans.  C.  C.  Cox. 


Cx 


"The  rock  of  my  strength,  and  my  refuge  is  in  God.''^ 

C.  M. 
OD,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope, 
X  My  Help  forever  near  ! 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up. 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels.  Lord  !   shall  guide  my  feet, 
Through  this  dark  wilderness  : 

Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  Thy  seat. 
To  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 
'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me ; 

And,  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  Thee. 

4  What,  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 
And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 

God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  Strength  of  every  saint. 

5  But  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God  ! 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ; 

My  tongue  shall  sound  Thy  works  abroad. 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 

9  G 


98  FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 

^^I  will  love  Thee,  O  Lord,  my  Strength,'' 
"tjl^f  Si-  &  ^s,  6  lines. 

I  WILL  love  Thee, — all  my  treasure  ! 
I  will  love  Thee, — all  my  strength ! 
I  will  love  Thee — without  measure, 

And  will  love  Thee  right  at  length. 
Oh,  I  will  love  Thee,  Light  divine, 
Till  I  die  and  find  Thee  mine  ! 

2  I  will  praise  Thee,  Sun  of  glory  ! 

For  Thy  beams  have  gladness  brought. 
I  will  praise  Thee, — will  adore  Thee, 

For  the  light  I  vainly  sought : 
Will  praise  Thee  that  Thy  words  so  blest 
Spake  my  sin -sick  soul  to  rest. 

3  In  Thy  footsteps  now  uphold  me, 

That  I  stumble  not  nor  stray ; 
When  the  narrow  way  is  told  me. 

Never  let  me  ling' ring  stay. 
But  come,  my  weary  soul  to  cheer. 
Shine,  eternal  Sunbeam,  here. 

4  Be  my  heart  more  warmly  glowing, 

Sweet  and  calm  the  tears  I  shed ; 
And  its  love,  its  ardor  showing, 

Let  my  spirit  onward  tread  ; 
Still  near  to  Thee,  and  nearer  still, 
Draw  this  heart,  this  mind,  this  will. 

5  I  will  love,  in  joy  and  sorrow  ! 

Crowning  joy  !  will  love  Thee  well ! 
I  will  love,  to-day,  to-morrow, 

While  I  in  this  body  dwell : 
Oh  !   I  will  love  Thee,  Light  divine, 
Till  I  die  and  find  Thee  mine  ! 

yohann  Schejfflcr  [Angelus). 

Trans.  {Hymns  from  Land  0/  Luther).   J 


148 


''  We  walk  by  faith,  not  by  sight.'' 
C.  M. 

FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
Of  things  beyond  our  sight. 
Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense 
And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light. 


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2  It  sets  times  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith,  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word: 
Abr'am  to  unknown  countries  led 
By  faith,  obeyed  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  fair  and  high. 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands ; 
And  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die. 
That  heavenly  building  stands. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

*'  Grant  that  we,  who  are  now  righteously  afflicted  and  bowed  down 

by  the  sense  of  our  sins,  may  be  refreshed  and  lifted  up 

with  the  joy  of  Thy  salvation. ' ' 

"14-^  Hi"  &  lOi". 

COME,  ye  disconsolate  !  where'er  ye  languish, 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts ;    here  tell  your  anguish ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate  !  Light  of  the  straying  ! 

Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure  ! 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  God's  name  saying. 

Earth  has  no  sorrow,  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  life;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  boundless  in  love : 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared ;  come,  ever-knowing. 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  but  heaven  can  remove. 

Thomas  A'loore,  1816,  altered. 


FIFTH  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 


^  And  having  spoiled  principalities  and  powers,  He  made  a  show  of 
the?n  openly,  triu?nphi?tg  over  them.^^ 

Sj",  yi",  6  li?ies. 

ING,  my  tongue,  the  glorious  battle, 
Sing  the  last,  the  dread  affray; 


s 


lOO  FIFTH    SUNDAY    IN    LENT. 

O'er  the  cross,  the  Victor's  trophy, 

Sound  the  glad  triumphal  lay, 
How,  the  pains  of  death  enduring, 

Earth's  Redeemer  won  the  day. 

2  Now  the  thirty  years  accomplished, 

Which  on  earth  He  willed  to  see ; 
Born  for  this.  He  meets  His  Passion, 

Gives  Himself  an  offering  free ; 
On  the  cross  the  Lamb  is  lifted, 

There  the  sacrifice  to  be. 

3  Faithful  cross  !  above  all  other 

One  and  only  noble  Tree ! 
None  in  foliage,  none  in  blossom. 

None  in  fruit  thy  peer  may  be. 
Sweetest  wood,  and  sweetest  iron ; 

Sweetest  weight  is  hung  on  thee  ! 

4  Thou  alone  wast  counted  worthy 

This  world's  ransom  to  sustain; 
That  a  shipwrecked  race  for  ever 

Might  a  port  of  refuge  gain, 
With  the  sacred  blood  anointed 

Of  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 

Venantius  Forticnatus,  6oo. 

Translation  Compiled. 


**  God  forbid  that  I  should  glory ,  save  in  the  cross  of  our  Lord 

Jesus  CJu'ist. ' ' 
L.  M. 

THE  royal  banners  forward  go ; 
The  cross  shines  forth  in  mystic  glow ; 
Where  He  in  flesh,  our  flesh  who  made, 
Our  sentence  bore,  our  ransom  paid. 

2  Where  deep  for  us  the  spear  was  dy'd, 
Life's  torrent  rushing  from  His  side. 
To  wash  us  in  that  precious  flood, 
Where  mingled  water  flowed,  and  blood. 

3  FulfiU'd  is  all  that  David  told 
In  true  prophetic  song  of  old  ; 
Amidst  the  nations  God,  saith  He, 
Hath  reigned  and  triumphed  from  the  tree. 


FIFTH    SUNDAY    IN    LENT.  lOI 

4  O  tree  of  beauty !  Tree  of  light ! 
O  tree  with  royal  purple  dight ! 
Elect  on  whose  triumphal  breast 
Those  holy  limbs  should  find  their  rest ! 

5  On  whose  dear  arms,  so  widely  flung, 
The  weight  of  this  world's  ransom  hung; 
The  price  of  human  kind  to  pay. 

And  spoil  the  spoiler  of  his  prey ! 

6  To  Thee,  eternal  Three  in  One, 
Let  homage  meet  by  all  be  done ; 
Whom  by  the  cross  Thou  dost  restore, 
Preserve  and  govern  evermore. 

Venantius  Fortunatus ,  580. 

Trans,  jfohn  M.  Neale. 

^^  And  having  made  peace,  tJwough  the  blood  of  His  cross/* 

L.  M. 

WE  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died, 
Of  Him  who  died  upon  the  cross  ; 
The  sinner's  Hope  let  men  deride. 
For  this  we  count  the  world  but  loss. 

2  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see 
In  shining  letters,  "  God  is  love," 
He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree, 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

3  The  cross  !   it  takes  our  guilt  away, 
It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up ; 
It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 
And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 

4  It  makes  the  coward  spirit  brave. 
And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 
It  takes  its  terror  from  the  grave. 
And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light. 

5  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe. 
The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love, 
The  sinner's  refuge  here  below. 
The  angels'  theme  in  heaven  above. 

6  To  Christ,  who  won  for  sinners  grace 
By  bitter  grief  and  anguish  sore, 
Be  praise  from  all  the  ransomed  race 
For  ever  and  for  evermore  ! 

Thomas  Kelly ,  \%\^. 


I02  FIFTH    SUNDAY    IN    LENT. 

^^By  His  own  blood  He  entered  in  once  into  the  holy  place,  havi7t^ 
obtai?ied  eternal  redemption  for  us. ' ' 

153  s.  M. 

NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; — 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 
While,  like  a  penitent,  I  stand. 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  Thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, — 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove; 
We  bless  the  Lamb,  with  cheerful  voice. 
And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

*'  Ye  were  not  redeemed  with  corruptible  things — /  but  with  the  pre- 
cious blood  of  Christ,  as  of  a  lamb  without  blemish,  and 
without  spoty 

C.  M. 


154 


J 


ESUS,  with  all  Thy  saints  above. 
My  tongue  would  bear  her  part : 
Would  sound  aloud  Thy  saving  love, 
And  sing  Thy  bleeding  heart. 


2  Bless' d  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  His  blood, 
And  quenched  His  Father's  flaming  sword 
In  His  own  vital  flood : 

3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  soul 

From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  sent  the  Lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 


FIFTH    SUNDAY    IN    LENT.  1 03 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never-ceasing  praise, 
While  angels  live  to  know  His  name, 
Or  saints  to  feel  His  grace. 

Isaac  Watis,  1707. 


J 


**  A  man  shall  he  as  an  hiding-place  from  the  wind,  and  a  covert 

from  the  tempest y 

155  7-f.  8  lines. 

ESUS,  Lover  of  my  soul ! 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll. 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour !  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 
Oh !  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none. 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee : 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone. 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head. 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

Thou,  O  Christ !    art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind : 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  name ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am. 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  Fountain  art. 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee : 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart. 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 


I04  SIXTH    SUNDAY    IN    LENT. 

*'  Sanctified  through  the  offering  of  the  body  of  Jesus  once  for  all'* 

L.  M.      6  lines. 

THOU  eternal  Victim  slain, 

A  sacrifice  for  guilty  man, 
By  the  eternal  Spirit  made 
An  off' ring  in  the  sinner's  stead, 
Our  everlasting  Priest  art  Thou, 
Pleading  Thy  death  for  sinners  now. 

Eternal  Victim,  from  Thy  side, 
Thy  love  did  pour  a  crimson  tide, 
And  still  Thy  vesture  dyed  in  blood 
Gives  token  of  the  cleansing  flood  ; 
The  Lamb  for  ever  slain  art  Thou, 
Pleading  Thy  death  for  sinners  now. 

O  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 
Thou  Sun  with  healing  in  Thy  wings. 
Pour  down  upon  our  darkened  sight 
The  brightness  of  Thy  living  light ; 
So  may  we  know  Thee  Victim,  Priest, 
And  find  Thee  in  Thy  heavenly  feast. 

Charles  Wesley, 


SIXTH  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 


They  took  branches  of  palm  trees,  a?td  we?it  forth  to  meet  Himy 
and  cried,  hosajma. ' ' 

L.  M. 

RIDE  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
Hark,  all  the  tribes  hosanna  cry  ! 
Thy  humble  beast  pursues  his  road. 
With  palms  and  scattered  garments  strewed. 

2  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die  ! 
O  Christ !   Thy  triumphs  now  begin. 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

3  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 
Look  down  with  sad  and  wond'ring  eyes 
To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice. 


15S 


SIXTH    SUNDAY    IN    LENT.  I05 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh : 
The  Father,  on  His  sapphire  throne 
Expects  His  own  anointed  Son  ! 

Henry  H.  Mibnan,  1827. 

^'Jlosanna  to  the  Son  of  David.' ^ 
C.  M. 

HOSANNA  !  raise  the  pealing  hymn 
To  David's  Son  and  Lord; 
With  cherubim  and  seraphim. 
Exalt  th'  incarnate  Word. 

2  Hosanna  !  Sovereign,  Prophet,  Priest ! 
How  vast  Thy  gifts,  how  free  ! 

Thy  blood  our  life ;  Thy  word,  our  feast ; 
Thy  name,  our  only  plea. 

3  Hosanna  !  Master  !  lo  !  we  bring 
Our  off' rings  to  Thy  throne  : 

Not  gold,  nor  myrrh,  nor  mortal  thing, 
But  hearts  to  be  Thine  own. 

4  Hosanna  !   once  Thy  gracious  ear 
Approved  a  lisping  throng  ; 

Be  gracious  still,  and  deign  to  hear 
Our  poor  but  grateful  song. 

5  O  Saviour  !  if  redeemed  by  Thee, 
Thy  temple  we  behold, 

Hosannas  through  eternity 
We'll  sing  to  harps  of  gold. 

IVm.  H.  Havergal,  1833. 

Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes  and  sucklings  hast  Thou  ordained 

strength. ' ' 

159  7-^  &  6.. 

LORY,  and  laud,  and  honor, 
To  Thee,  Redeemer  King  ! 
To  whom  the  lips  of  children 
Made  sweet  Hosannas  ring  ! 


G 


2  Thou  art  the  King  of  Israel ; 
Thou  David's  royal  Son  ; 
Who  in  the  Lord's  name  comest, 
The  King  and  blessed  one. 


Io6  SIXTH    SUNDAY    IN    LENT, 

3  The  company  of  angels 

Are  praising  Thee  on  high ; 
And  mortal  men,  and  all  things 
Created,  make  reply. 

4  The  people  of  the  Hebrews 

With  palms  before  Thee  went ; 
Our  praise,  and  prayer,  and  anthems 
Before  Thee  we  present. 

5  In  hast'ning  to  Thy  Passion 

They  raised  their  hymns  of  praise : 
In  reigning  'midst  Thy  glory, 
Our  melody  we  raise. 

6  Thou  didst  accept  their  praises ; 

Accept  the  prayers  we  bring, 
Who  in  all  good  delightest, 
Thou  good  and  gracious  King. 

Theodidph,  821. 

Trans,  jfno.  M.  Neale,  i8j6. 

*'  The  chastisement  of  our  peace  was  upon  Him  ;  and  with  His 
stf'ipes  we  a7'e  healed. ' ' 
C.  M. 
THOU  who  through  this  holy  week 
Didst  suffer  for  us  all ; 
The  sick  to  cure,  the  lost  to  seek, 
To  raise  up  them  that  fall : 

2  We  cannot  understand  the  woe 

Thy  love  was  pleased  to  bear : 
O  Lamb  of  God,  we  only  know 
That  all  our  hopes  were  there  ! 

3  Thy  feet  the  path  of  suffering  trod ; 

Thy  hand  the  victory  won  : 
What  shall  we  render  to  our  God 
For  all  that  He  hath  done? 

4  To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
By  man  on  earth  be  honor  done. 

And  by  the  heavenly  host.  Jtio.  M.  Neale,  1844. 

^^ And  when  He  had  thus  spoken^  He  went  befoi'e,  ascending  zip  to 

Je7'sualeni. ' ' 
C.  M.  8  lines. 
EE  what  unbounded  zeal  and  love 
I  Inflamed  the  Saviour's  breast, 


o 


SIXTH    SUNDAY    IN    LENT.  I07 

When  steadfast  t'wards  Jerusalem, 

His  urgent  way  He  pressed. 
Good-will  to  man,  and  zeal  for  God 
His  every  thought  engross  : 
*    He  longs  to  be  baptized  with  blood, 
He  thirsts  to  reach  the  cross. 

2  With  all  His  sufferings  full  in  view, 

And  woes  to  us  unknown, 
Forth  to  the  work  His  Spirit  flew, 
'Twas  love  that  urged  Him  on  : 
By  His  obedience  unto  death 

See  Paradise  restored : 
And  fallen  man  brought  face  to  face 
With  His  forgiving  Lord. 

3  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  view  Thy  cross. 

Who  all  our  griefs  hast  borne  ; 
To  look  on  Thee,  whom  we  have  pierced, 

To  look  on  Thee,  and  mourn : 
While  thus  we  mourn,  may  we  rejoice, 

And  as  Thy  cross  we  see, 
May  each  exclaim  in  faith  and  hope, 

* '  The  Saviour  died  for  me ! '  TV.  Cowper^ 

Altered. 

*^ Mercifully  grant  that  we  may  be  counted  worthy  to  have  part  both 
in  the  fellowship  of  His  sufferings  and  in  the  glorious  power  of  His 

resurrection. ' ' 

L.  M. 

THOU  pure  Light  of  souls  in  need, 

True  joy  of  every  human  breast. 

Sower  of  life's  immortal  seed, 

Our  Saviour  and  Redeemer  blest  ! 


o 


2  What  wondrous  pity  Thee  o'ercame. 

To  make  our  guilty  load  Thine  own. 
Sinless,  to  suffer  death  and  shame 
For  our  trangressions  to  atone  ! 

3  Thou,  bursting  Hades  open  wide. 

Didst  all  the  captive  souls  unchain  ; 
And  thence  to  Thy  dread  Father's  side 
With  glorious  pomp  ascend  again. 

4  Jesus  !  may  pity  Thee  compel 

To  heal  the  wounds  of  which  we  die, 
And  take  us  in  Thy  light  to  dwell, 
Who  for  Thy  blissful  presence  sigh. 


Io8  SIXTH    SUNDAY    IN    LENT. 

5  Be  Thou  our  Guide,  be  Thou  our  Goal ; 
Be  Thou  our  pathway  to  the  skies ; 
Our  joy,  when  sorrow  fills  the  soul ; 
In  death,  our  everlasting  prize. 

Latin'Hymn. 

Trans.  E.  Casivall. 


J. 


"  In  the  Lord  have  I  righteousness  and  strength. ' ' 
163  L.  M. 

ESUS,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  Thy  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
Fully  absolved  through  these  I  am, 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

3  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies. 
E'en  then,  this  shall  be  all  my  plea; 
Jesus  hath  lived,  hath  died  for  me. 

4  Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 

Thus  all  heaven's  armies  bought  with  blood, 
Saviour  of  sinners,  Thee  proclaim ; 
Sinners  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 

5  Jesus,  be  endless  praise  to  Thee, 
Whose  boundless  mercy  hath  for  me, 
For  me,  and  all  Thy  hands  have  made. 
An  everlasting  ransom  paid. 

6  Ah !  give  to  all  Thy  servants.  Lord, 
With  power  to  speak  Thy  gracious  word ; 
That  all  who  to  Thy  wounds  will  flee, 
May  find  eternal  life  in  Thee. 

Zinzendorf,  1739. 

Trans.  J.  Wesley,  1740. 

^^ Behold  the  Lamb  of  God^ 
164:  L    M 

BEHOLD  the  sin-atoning  Lamb, 
With  wonder,  gratitude  and  love  ! 
To  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame. 
See  Him  descending  from  above. 


SIXTH    SUNDAY    IN    LENT.  I09 

2  Our  sins  and  griefs  on  Him  were  laid  ; 

He  meekly  bore  the  mighty  load  : 
Our  ransom-price  He  fully  paid, 

In  groans  and  tears,  in  sweat  and  blood. 

3  To  save  a  guilty  world  He  dies ; 

Sinners,  behold  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 
To  Him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 
And  hope  for  mercy  in  His  name. 

4  Pardon  and  peace  through  Him  abound, 

He  can  the  richest  blessings  give ; 
Salvation  in  His  name  is  found, 
He  bids  the  dying  sinner  live. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  look  to  Thee : 

Where  else  can  helpless  sinners  go  ? 
Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  me  free 
.From  all  my  wretchedness  and  woe. 

*'  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  that  was  slam  to  receive  power,  and  riches y 
a?id  wisdom,  and  strength,  a  fid  honor,  and  glory,  and  blessing.'' 

C.  M. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  ''Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 
''To  be  exalted  thus;  " 

*' Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"For  He  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  power  divine ; 

And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give. 
Be,  Lord,  forever  Thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 

Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 

Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,   1707. 

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no  PASSION   WEEK. 


PASSION  WEEK. 


*^  The  Lo7'd  Jesics,  the  same  flight  in  which  He  was  hei7'ayed,  took 

breaiij  and  when  He  had  given  thanks,  He  brake  it,  and 

said,  '^  Take,  eat.^^ 

1@6  L-  ^• 

Jnr^WAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
J_     When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 

Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betrayed  Him  to  His  foes  : 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  brake : 
What  love  through  all  His  actions  ran  ! 
What  Wondrous  words  of  grace  He  spake  I 

3  ''This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ; ' ' 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blest  the  wine, 
"  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood." 

4  For  us  His  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 

He  bore  the  scourge.  He  felt  the  thorn ; 
And  justice  poured  upon  His  head 
Its  heavy  vengeance  in  our  stead. 

5  For  us  His  vital  blood  was  spilt. 

To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt. 
When  for  black  crimes  of  greatest  size, 
He  gave  His  soul  a  sacrifice. 

6  ''Do  this,"  He  cried,  "till  time  shall  end, 

In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend  ; 
Meet,  at  my  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

7  Jesus  !  Thy  feast  we  celebrate. 

We  show  Thy  death,  we  sing  Thy  name, 
Till  Thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

'^  This  is  my  body  which  is  given  for  you  :  this  do  in  rejnembrance 

of  Mer 

THIS  is  My  Body,  which  is  given  for  you ; 
Do  this — He  said  and  brake — remembering  me. 
O  Lamb  of  God,  our  paschal  Offering  true. 
To  us  the  Bread  of  Life  each  moment  be. 


PASSION    WEEK.  Ill 

*  This  is  My  Blood,  for  sin's  remission  shed — 

He  spake,  and  passed  the  wine-stained  chalice  round : 
So  let  us  drink,  and  on  Life's  fulness  fed 

With  heavenly  joy  each  quickening  pulse  shall  bound. 

;  The  hour  is  come  !  with  us  in  peace  sit  down ; 
Thine  own  belov'd,  O  love  us  to  the  end ; 
Serve  us  one  Banquet  ere  the  night's  dark  frown 
Veil  from  our  sight  the  presence  of  our  Friend. 

I-  Girded  with  love  still  wash  Thy  servants'  feet, 
While  they  submissive  wonder  and  adore ; 
Bathed  in  Thy  Blood  our  spirits  every  whit 

Are  clean — yet  cleanse  our  goings  more  and  more. 

;  Some  will  betray  Thee — Master,  is  it  I? 
Leaning  upon  Thy  love,  we  ask  in  fear ; 
Ourselves  mistrusting,  earnestly  we  cry 

To  Thee,  the  Strong,  for  strength  when  sin  is  near. 

I  But  round  us  fall  the  evening  shadows  dim  : 

A  saddened  awe  pervades  our  darkening  sense, 
In  solemn  choir  we  sing  the  parting  Hymn, 
And  hear  Thy  Voice — ^Arise,  let  us  go  hence. 

C.  L.  Ford, 

"My  soul  is  exceeding  sorrowful  unto  death  :  tarry  ye  Jure  and 

watch. ' ' 
L.  M. 
^IS  midnight — and  on  Olive's  brow 
The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone; 
'Tis  midnight — in  the  garden  now, 
The  suff'ring  Saviour  prays  alone. 

'Tis  midnight — and  from  all  remov'd, 
Immanuel   wrestles  lone  with  fears ; 

E'en  the  disciple  that  He  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  griefs  and  tears. 

'Tis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 
The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 

Yet  He  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

'Tis  midnight — and  from  ether-plains 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know ; 

Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe, 

Wm.  B.  Tappan,  1829. 


J'T^J 


112  PASSION    WEEK. 

^^  Christ  also  suffered  for  us,  leaving  us  an  example  that  ye  should 

follow  His  steps. ' ' 

L.  M. 

LORD,  the  wilderness  to  me 

A  very  Paradise  shall  be, 
Since  Thou  for  forty  days  wast    there 
In  fasting,  solitude  and  prayer. 

2  Unworthy  though  these  feet  to  rest 
On  ground  Thy  footsteps  once  have  blest, 
The  way  of  sorrows  shall  be  mine, 
Made  sweet  because  it  first  was  Thine. 

3  Lord,  let  me  find  some  lowly  place 
Where  I  may  seek  Thy  pitying  face, 
And  plead  with  Thee  by  Olivet, 
By  agony  and  bloody  sweat. 

4  Some  quiet  aisle  or  dim  recess 
Shall  make  for  me  a  wilderness  j 
And  surely  angels  shall  be  there 
To  wait  on  penitence  and  prayer. 

5  Nor  is  this  all :   for  I  would  know 
The  depth  of  shame,  the  crown  of  woe. 
Stand  by  the  stricken  Mother's  side 
While  Thou  art  mocked  and  crucified. 

6  And  then  in  hours  of  saddest  gloom 
I  still  will  watch  around  Thy  tomb, 
Till  with  the  day  new  joy  be  born. 
And  Thou  shalt  rise  on  Easter-morn. 

7  Oh  blessed  thought,  that  faith  can  see 
In    every  altar.  Calvary, 
Find  there  the  loving  arms  outspread. 
And  fall  before  the  fallen  Head. 

8  Come  !   King  of  kings ;  come  !    Light  of  light : 
The  Bride  awaits  the  day  all  bright, 
When  she  shall  lift,  her  mourning  o'er, 
The  shout  of  paschal  joy  once  more. 

William  Chatterto7i  Dix. 

^^Herzliebster  Jesu,  was  hast  Du  verhrochcn  /" 
iij-,  iij-,  I  ij  &  5^, 

ALAS,  dear  Lord,  what  law  then  hast  Thou  broken, 
That  such  sharp  sentence  should  on  Thee  be  spoken  ? 
Of  what  great  crime  hast  Thou  to  make  confession — 
What  dark  transgression  ? 


PASSION  WEEK.  1 1 3 

2  They  crown  His  head  with  thorns,  they  smite,  they  scourge 

Him, 
With  cruel  mockings  to  the  cross  they  urge  Him, 
They  give  Him  gall  to  drink,  they  still  decry  Him — 
They  crucify  Him. 

3  Whence  come  these  sorrows,  whence  this  mortal  anguish? 
It  is  my  sins  for  which  my  Lord  must  languish ; 

Yes,  all  the  wrath,  the  woe  He  doth  inherit, 
'Tis  I  do  merit  ! 

4  There  was  no  spot  in  me  by  sin  untainted. 
Sick  with  its  venom  all  my  heart  had  fainted ; 
My  heavy  guilt  to  hell  had  well-nigh  brought  me, 

Such  woe  it  wrought  me. 

5  O  wondrous  love  !  whose  depths  no  heart  hath  sounded, 
That  brought  Thee  here  by  foes  and  thieves  surrounded ; 
All  worldly  pleasures,  heedless,  I  was  trying, 

While  Thou  wert  dying ! 

6  O  mighty  King  !  no  time  can  dim  Thy  glory  ! 
How  shall  I  spread  abroad  Thy  wondrous  story  ? 
How  shall  I  find  some  worthy  gift  to  proffer  ? 

What  dare  we  offer? 

7  For  vainly  doth  our  human  wisdom  ponder — 
Thy  woes.  Thy  mercy  still  transcend  our  wonder. 
Oh  how  should  I  do  aught  that  could  delight  Thee ! 

Can  I  requite  Thee? 

8  Yet  unrequited.  Lord  I  would  not  leave  Thee, 

I  can  renounce  whate'er  doth  vex  or  grieve  Thee, 
And  quench,  with  thoughts  of  Thee  and  prayers  most  lowly, 
All  fires  unholy. 

9  But  since  my  strength  alone  will  ne'er  suffice  me 
To  crucify  desires  that  still  entice  me. 

To  all  good  deeds,  oh  let  Thy  Spirit  win  me, 
And  reign  within  me ! 

10  I'll  think  upon  Thy  mercy  hour  by  hour, 

I'll  love  Thee  so  that  earth  must  lose  her  power; 
To  do  Thy  will  shall  be  my  sole  endeavor 
Henceforth  forever. 

11  Whate'er  of  earthly  good  this  life  may  grant  me 

I'll  risk  for  Thee, — no  shame,  no  cross  shall  daunt  me; 
I  shall  not  fear  what  man  can  do  to  harm  me, 
Nor  death  alarm  me. 

10*  H 


114  PASSION    WEEK. 

12  But  worthless  is  my  sacrifice,  I  own  it, 

Yet,  Lord,  for  love's  sake  Thou  wilt  not  disown  it ; 
Thou  wilt  accept  my  gift  in  Thy  great  meekness, 
Nor  shame  my  weakness. 

13  And  when,  dear  Lord,  before  Thy  throne  in  heaven 
To  me  the  crown  of  joy  at  last  is  given, 

Where  sweetest  hymns  Thy  saints  forever  raise  Thee, 
I  too  shall  praise  Thee  ! 

y.  Heerman,  1630. 

Trans,  by  Catherine  Winkwcrtk. 


'  ^It  is  finished. ' ' 

HARK  !    the  voice  of  love  and  mercy, 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 
See  !   it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky  ! 

''IX.  is  finish'd!" 
.Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry  ! 

2  It  is  finish'd  ! — O  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 

Heav'nly  blessings  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

It  is  finish'd  ! 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd,  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ! 
Finish'd,  all  that  God  has  promis'd; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  : 

It  is  finish'd  ! 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs  ! 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  t?o  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

Jo7iatha7t  Evans  {?)  1787. 

^^And  the  sun  was  darkened,  and  the  vail  of  the  temple  was  rent 

in  the  midst. 
"I  tyO  L.  M.  5  lines. 

CLEFT  are  the  rocks,  the  earth  doth  quake, 
The  slumberers  of  the  grave  awake  : 


PASSION    WEEK.  H5 


The  temple's  veil  is  rent  in  twain : 
For  Christ  our  sacrifice  is  slain, 
And  bears  of  sin  and  death  the  pain. 

Lo  !     nature's  face  of  beaming  light 
She  veils  in  darkness  at  the  sight 
Of  Him,  her  God,  the  Crucified  : 
'Tis  man  alone  that  dares  deride 
The  Savibur  who  for  him  hath  died. 

The  mighty  One,  the  Son  of  God, 
Hath  humbly  kissed  affliction's  rod. 
That  by  His  stripes  we  might  be  healed, 
Our  pardon  by  His  blood  be  sealed. 
And  boundless  mercy  stand  revealed. 

Oh  let  us  cast  each  vice  away 
Which  thus  the  Son  of  God  could  slay ! 
With  contrite  heart  and  weeping  eye 
Behold  the  Saviour's  cross  on  high, 
And  every  sin  and  folly  fly ! 

So  may  we  join  the  song  of  love 
Which  saints  and  angels  sing  above  : 
All  honor,  glory,  praise  to  Thee, 
Which  wert,  and  art,  and  art  to  be. 
The  Lamb,  slain  from  eternity. 


C.  Dawson. 


** Behold  a?td  see,  if  there  be  any  sorrow  like  unto  my  sorrow ^ 

1*73  ^■^'  ^^^  ^  lines. 

O  SACRED  Head  now  wounded. 
With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down  ; 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns.  Thy  only  crown  ; 
O  sacred  Head,  what  glory. 

What  bliss,  till  now,  was  Thine ! 
Yet,  though  despised  and  gory, 
I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

2  O  noblest  brow  and  dearest. 

In  other  days  the  world 
All  feared,  when  Thou  appearedst, 

What  shame  on  Thee  is  hurl'd  ! 
How  art  Thou  pale  with  anguish. 

With  sore  abuse  and  scorn  : 
How  does  that  visage  languish 

Which  once  was  bright  as  morn. 


Il6  PASSION    WEEK. 

3  The  blushes  late  residing 

Upon  that  holy  cheek, 
The  roses  once  abiding 

Upon  those  lips  so  meek ; 
Alas  !  they  have  departed  ; 

Wan  death  has  rifled  all ! 
For  weak,  and  broken-hearted 

I  see  Thy  body  fall. 

4  What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain ; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  trangression. 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain. 
Lo  !   here  I  fall,  my  Saviour  ! 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place, 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

5  Receive  me,  my  Redeemer, 

My  Shepherd,  make  me  Thine. 
Of  every  good  the  Fountain, 

Thou  art  the  Spring  of  mine. 
Thy  lips  with  love  distilling, 

And  milk  of  truth  sincere. 
With  heaven's  bliss  are  filling 

The  soul  that  trembles  here. 

6  Beside  Thee,  Lord,  I've  taken 

My  place — forbid  me  not ! 
Hence  will  I  ne'er  be  shaken 

Though  Thou  to  death  be  brought. 
If  pain's  last  paleness  hold  Thee, 

In  agony  opprest — 
Then,  then  will  I  enfold  Thee, 

Within  this  arm  and  breast. 

7  The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken — 
K  Above  all  joys  beside; 

When  in  Thy  body  broken 
I  thus  with  safety  hide. 

My  Lord  of  life  desiring 
Thy  glory  now  to  see, 

Beside  the  cross  expiring 

I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 

8  What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 


PASSION   WEEK.  ny 

For  this,  Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ! 
O  make  me  Thine  forever, 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee. 

9  And  when  I  am  departing, 

O  part  not  Thou  from  me  ; 
When  mortal  pangs  are  darting. 

Come  Lord  and  set  me  free. 
And  when  my  heart  must  languish* 

Amidst  the  final  throe. 
Release  me  from  my  anguish 

By  Thine  own  pain  and  woe. 

lo  Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 
O  show  Thy  cross  to  me  ! 
And  for  my  succor  flying. 

Come,  Lord,  to  set  me  free. 
These  eyes  new  faith  receiving 
From  Jesus  shall  not  move. 
Far  he,  who  dies  believing. 
Dies  safely  through  Thy  love. 

Paid  Gerhardt,  1656. 

Trans.  J.  IV.  Alexander,  /8jQ. 

^^O  Lamb  of  God,  that  takes f  away  the  sin  of  the  world,  have 

mercy  upon  us.^^ 
German  Choral. 
LAMB  of  God,  who  bleeding, 
_      Upon  the  cross  didst  languish. 
Nor  scorn,  nor  malice  heeding, 
So  patient  in  Thine  anguish. 
On  Thee  our  guilt  was  lying  j 
Thou  savedst  us  by  dying. 

Have  mercy  on  us.  Lord  Jesus. 

2  O  Lamb  of  God,  who  bleeding,  &c. 
Grant  us  Thy  peace,  Lord  Jesus. 

Nikolaus  Deems,  1523. 

Trans.  T.  C.  Porter,  iSjg^ 

'  'He  was  woujided  for  our  transgressiofis. '  * 

IT'S  ^^  ^  7-^'  ^  '^^^^^>^- 

N'  OW,  my  soul  !   Thy  voice  upraising, 
Tell,  in  sweet  and  mournful  strain. 


174 


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Il8  PASSION   WEEK. 

How  the  Crucified,  enduring 

Grief,  and  wounds,  and  dying  pain, 

Freely  of  His  love  was  offered,  ■ 
Sinless  was  for  sinners  slain. 

2  See  !   His  hands  and  feet  are  fastened ; 

So  He  makes  His  people  free : 
Not  a  wound  whence  blood  is  flowing 

But  a  fount  of  grace  shall  be ; 
Yea,  the  very  nails  which  nail  Him 

Nail  us  also  to  the  tree. 

3  Through  His  heart  the  spear  is  piercing, 

Though  His  foes  have  seen  Him  die ; 
Blood  and  water  thence  are  streaming 

In  a  tide  of  mystery. 
Water  from  our  guilt  to  cleanse  us. 

Blood  to  win  us  crowns  on  high. 

4  Jesus  !  may  those  precious  fountains 

Drink  to  thirsting  souls  afford  ; 
Let  them  be  our  cup  and  healing. 

And  at  length  our  full  reward ; 
So  a  ransomed  world  shall  ever 

Praise  Thee,  its  redeeming  Lord. 

Santolius  Maglorianus,  1650. 

Trajis  :   Hy.  Wtii.  Baker,  i8br. 

'*  What  things  were  gain  to  me  those  I  counted  loss  for  Christ.''^ 
\  L.  M. 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross. 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died. 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it.  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

3  See  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine. 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small : 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  myall.     Isaac  Watts,  I7<yj, 


1T7 


o 


PASSION    WEEK.  II9 

^^He  bore  our  sins  in  His  own  body  oji  the  free.^* 

75. 
THOU  Majesty  divine  ! 
Jesus  !    on  that  cross  of  Thine  1 
Who  can  prove  his  love  to  Thee 
By  such  a  test  of  agony  ? 

2  Show  me,  Lord,  Thy  wounds,  I  pray, 
Let  me  love  for  love  repay; 

Let  Thy  blood,  thus  shed  for  me, 
Now  my  life  and  healing  be. 

3  What  in  me  is  wounded  yet. 
What  doth  still  disease  beget, 
Dearest  Saviour,  make  it  whole. 
Lord,  restore  this  sin-sick  soul. 

4  Lord,  my  heart  would  feel  and  know 
All  Thine  agony  and  woe. 

Each  deep  wound,  that  I  may  be 
Wholly  crucified  with  Thee. 

5  Gracious  Jesus,  Saviour  dear ! 
Guilty  though  I  be,  give  ear ; 
Spurn  me  not,  though  vile,  I  pray. 
From  Thy  blessed  cross  away. 

6  Lying  at  Thy  mercy-seat, 

Lo !  with  tears  I  wash  Thy  feet ', 
Pity  on  my  misery  take, 
Jesus,  for  Thy  mercy's  sake. 

7  From  Thy  cross,  uplifted  high, 
O  Beloved,  cast  Thine  eye : 
Turn  me  to  Thee,  heart  and  soul; 
By  Thy  sorrows  make  me  whole. 

8  Here  I'll  mourn  with  my  last  breath. 
O'er -my  sins,  and  o'er  Thy  death; 
Jesus,  Lamb  of  God,  Thy  cross 
Saves  me  from  eternal  loss. 

*^77iou  hast  loved  us,  and  washed  us  from  our  sins  in  Thine  own 

blood r 

JESUS,  in  Thy  torture 
Nailed  to  the  bitter  tree. 
My  soul's  true  Guide  and  Nurture 
I  yearn  to  be  with  Thee. 


o 


I20  .  PASSION    WEEK. 

2  How  can  I  taste  of  pleasure 

Whilst  Thou  dost  hang  in  pain, 
Jesus  mine  only  Treasure, 
Mine  everlasting  Gain  ? 

3  O  Jesus,  may  Thy  sadness, 

Thine  agony  and  tears. 
Win  for  my  spirit  gladness 
Throughout  the  endless  years. 

4  With  Thine  own  body  feed  me, 

Life  to  my  soul  accord, 
Then  to  Thy  pierc'd   heart  lead  me, 
And  hide  me  there,  O  Lord. 

5  And  in  my  dying  hour 

By  those  sharp  wounds  I  pray. 
Lord,  may  Thy  passion's  power 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

Latin  Hymn  of  XV.  Cenhiry. 

Trans : — ? 

*'  Ye  are  come  to  the  blood  of  sprinkling,  that  speaketh  better  things 

than  that  of  Abel ^ 

GLORY  be  to  Jesus, 
Who,  in  bitter  pains. 
Poured  for  me  the  life-blood 
From  His  sacred  veins  ! 

2  Grace  and  life  eternal 
In  that  blood  I  find  ; 

Blest  be  His  compassion 
Infinitely  kind. 

3  Blest  through  endless  ages 
Be  the  precious  stream. 

Which  from  endless  torments 
Did  the  world  redeem. 

4  Abel's  blood  for  vengeance 
Pleaded  to  the  skies  ; 

But  the  blood  of  Jesus 
For  our  pardon  cries. 

5  Oft  as  it  is  sprinkled 
On  our  guilty  hearts, 

Satan  in  confusion 
Terror-struck  departs. 


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6  Oft  as  earth  exulting 

Wafts  its  praise  on  high, 
Angel-hosts  rejoicing 
Make  their  glad  reply.' 

7  Lift  ye  then  your  voices  j 

Swell  the  mighty  flood ; 
And  with  saints  and  angels 
Praise  the  precious  blood. 

Italian  Hyinn. 

Trans.  E.  Casivall,  i84g. 

*'And  I,  if  I  be  lifted  up  from  the  earthy  will  draw  all  men 

unto  Me, ' ' 

180  ^'  ^  7«f. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend, 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing. 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend  ! 

2  Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood  : 
Precious  drops  !  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead,  and  claim  my  peace,  with  God. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  the  station. 

Low  before  His  cross  to  lie. 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  His  languid  eye. 

4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven. 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze ; 
Love  I  much? — I've  much  forgiven — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

5  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe  \ 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, — 
Life  deriving  from  His  death. 

fatnes  Allen,  i>57. 

Altered  by  Walter  Shirley,  I'jyb. 

*  '■  O  Death,  I  will  be  thy  plagues  :   O  grave,  I  will  be  thy 

destruction,^'' 

181  L.  M. 

TO  Christ,  whose  cross  repaired  our  loss. 
All  laud  and  praise  from  man  are  due : 
Be  He  the  song  of  every  tongue 

The  earth's  wide  bound  and  heaven  through  ! 
II 


122  PASSION    WEEK. 

2  That  mighty  throe  of  Thy  last  woe  ; 

Thy  precious  blood  so  freely  poured ; 
Our  hearts  subdue  Thy  grace  to  sue, 
O  Jesus  Christ,  Redeemer,  Lord  ! 

3  Who,  by  the  power  of  that  dark  hour, 

The  reign  of  sin  hast  trodden  down, 
Grant  holy  peace  and  full  release, 
Redeemer  of  a  world  forlorn  ! 

4  Who  in  the  grave — that  new-made  cave — 

O  heavenly  King,  dieist  mortal  lie : 
Teach  us  to  rest  safe  on  Thy  breast, 
For  Thee  to  live,  in  Thee  to  die. 

5  Whom  Thou  didst  call  from  guilty  thrall, 

Vouchsafe  in  danger  to  defend, 

And  lead  us  on  to  Thy  blest  throne, 

The  seat  of  joys  that  never  end. 

F.  Oakclcy. 

*'  Who  is  this  that  co77ieth  from  Edam,  with  dyed  garments 
from  Bozrah  ? ' ' 

-f  QQ  ^s  &  7i-,   8  tines. 

WHO  is  this  that  comes  from  Edoni ? 
Clad  in  robes  with  carnage  stain'd; 
Bringing  victory  and  freedom 

By  His  martial  prowess  gain'd  ? 
'Tis  the  Captain  of  salvation 

Who  is  conquering  in  the  fight, 
Rescuing  a  lost  creation 
By  His  unassisted  might. 

2  Lord,  the  course  Thou  art  pursuing 

Is  a  course  of  glorious  gain  ; 
But  the  work  which  Thou  art  doing 

Is  a  work  of  bitter  pain  ; 
In  a  Passion-tide  beginning, 

It  will  lead  to  bright  renown ; 
By  it  Thou  a  way  art  winning 

To  an  everlasting  crown. 

3  Through  Thy  cloud  of  shame  and  sorrow 

Brilliant  gleams  of  light  appear  ; 
Whence  we  hope  and  comfort  borrow 

In  our  griefs  and  struggles  here  ; 
Thou  dost  conquer  death  by  dying; 

By  Thy  death  we  ever  live  ; 


PASSION    WEEK.  1 23 

And  to  us  in  darkness  lying 
Thou  dost  endless  glory  give. 

^  Cruel  hands  of  sinners  bound  Thee, 
Thou  a  sinful  world  hast  freed  ; 
They  with  tliorns  in  mockery  crown'd  Thee, 

Placing  in  Thy  hand  a  reed ; 
Now  a  starry  crown  Thou  wearest, 
Heavenly  King,  almighty  Lord  ; 
Sceptre  of  the  world  Thou  bearest, 
And  by  angels  art  adored. 

C.  Wordsworth, 

*'  Wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow.'^ 
C.  M. 

FOR  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  Thy  wounded  side; 
This  all  my  hope  and  all  my  plea — 
For  me  the  Saviour  died  ! 

2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  Thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art ; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die. 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  T740. 

*'  We  bless  Thee  for  all  the  pains  Hiou  hast  suffered,  for  every 
drop  of  blood  Thou  hast  shed,  for  every  word  of  com- 
fort Thou  hast  spoken  on  the  c?'oss. ' ' 
7J",  8  lijtes. 

Y  the  blood  that  flowed  from  Thee 
In  Thy  bitter  agony; 
By  the  traitor's  guileful  kiss 
Filling  up  Thy  bitterness; 
Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  our  cry: 

Thou  wert  suffering  once  as  we : 
Hear  the  loving  litany 

We  Thy  children  sing  to  Thee. 


124  EASTER    EVE. 

2  By  the  cords  that,  round  Thee  cast, 
Bound  Thee  to  the  pillar  fast ; 

By  the  scourge  so  meekly  borne; 
By  Thy  purple  robe  of  scorn  ; 
Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  our  cry:   &c. 

3  By  the  thorns  that  crowned  Thy  head ; 
By  the  sceptre  of  a  reed  ; 

By  Thy  foes  on  bending  knee 
Mocking  at  Thy  royalty ; 
Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  our  cry :  &c. 

4  By  the  people's  cruel  jeers; 
By  the  holy  women's  tears; 

By  Thy  footsteps  faint  and  slow, 
Weighed  beneath  Thy  cross  of  woe : 
Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  our  cry :   &c. 

5  By  the  nails  and  pointed  spear; 
By  Thy  desolation  drear; 

By  Thy  dying  prayer  which  rose 
Begging  mercy  for  Thy  foes; 

Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  our  cry :   &c. 

6  By  the  darkness  thick  as  night. 
Blotting  out  the  sun  from  sight ; 
By  the  cry  with  which  in  death 
Thou  didst  yield  Thy  parting  breath; 

Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  our  cry :   &c.  /^  PV.  Faber. 


EASTER  EVE. 


**  Aftd  there  was  Maiy  Magdalene  and  the  other  Mary,  sitting 
over  against  the  sepulchre.^'' 

RESTING  from  His  work  to-day 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay; 
Still  He  slept,  from  head  to  feet 
Shrouded  in  the  winding-sheet, 
Lying  in  the  rock  alone. 
Hidden  by  the  sealed  stone. 

2  Late  at  even  there  was  seen 
Watching  long  the  Magdalene; 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day, 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 
To  the  holy  garden  glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 


EASTER    EVE. 

3  So  with  Thee,  till  life  shall  end 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend; 

Let  me  hew  Thee,  Lord,  a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine. 
Where  in  pure  embalmed  cell 
None  but  Thou  may  ever  dwell. 

4  Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  bring, 
True  affection's  offering; 

Close  the  door  from  sight  and  sound 
Of  the  busy  world  around ; 
And  in  patient  watch  remain 
Till  my  Lord  appear  again. 

Thos.  Whytehead,  1842. 

^^  He  went  and  preached  unto  the  spirits  in  prison^ 
g  L.  M. 

JESUS,  the  Author  of  our  life  ! 
As  Thine  our  burden  and  our  strife : 
As  Thine  it  was  to  die  and  rise. 
So  Thine  the  grave  and  Paradise. 

2  O  Lord,  who  blest  the  Sabbath-day, 
Lo,  at  Thy  tomb  for  rest  we  pray : 
Here  rest  from  our  own  work;  and  there 
The  perfect  rest  with  Thee  to  share. 

3  O  God  the  Word,  who  flesh  wast  made 
And  in  the  grave  for  sinners  laid : 
With  Thee  this  mortal  frame  we  trust ; 
O  guard  and  glorify  our  dust. 

4  O  soul  of  Christ,  so  freely  breathed. 
And  to  the  Father's  hand  bequeathed, 
Draw  us  with  hearts'  desire  to  Thee, 
When  we  among  the  dead  are  free. 

5  Dread  Preacher,  who  to  fathers  old 
Didst  wonders  in  the  gloom  unfold : 
Tliy  perfect  creed,  O  may  we  learn 
In  Eden,  waiting  Thy  return. 

6  They  saw  Thy  day  and  heard  Thy  voice, 
And  in  Thy  glory  did  rejoice ; 

And  Thou  didst  break  their  prison  bars, 
And  lead  them  high  above  the  stars. 

7  ^'Captivity  led  captive"  then 
Was  sung  by  angels  and  by  men  : 

II* 


125 


126  EASTER    EVE. 

Grant  us  the  same  to  sing  by  faith, 
Both  now,  and  at  the  hour  of  death. 

8  Our  souls  and  bodies,  Lord,  receive. 
To  Thine  own  blessed  Easter-eve; 
All  our  beloved  in  mercy  keep, 
As  one  by  one  they  fall  asleep.  y.  Keble. 

*^For  he  that  is  entered  into  his  rest  he  also  hath  ceased  from 
his  own  works,  as  God  did  from  His. ' ' 
JQ'Y  loi-  &  6s. 

REST,  weary  Son  of  God  :  and  I  with  Thee, 
Rest  in  that  rest  of  Thine. 
My  weariness  was  Thine ;  Thou  bearest  it. 
And  now  Thy  rest  is  mine. 

2  Thy  life  on  earth  was  one  sad  weariness  ; 

Nowhere  to  lay  Thy  head. 
Thy  days  were  toil  and  heat ;  Thy  lonely  nights 
Sought  some  cold  mountain  bed. 

3  How  calmly  in  that  tomb  Thou  liest  now, 

Thy  rest  how  still  and  deep  ! 
O'er  Thee  in  love  the  Father  rests  :   He  gives 
•To  His  beloved  sleep. 

4  On  Bethel-pillow  now  Thy  head  is  laid, 

In  Joseph's  rock-hewn  cell; 
Thy  watchers  are  the  angels  of  Thy  God  : 
They  guard  Thy  slumbers  well. 

5  Rest,  weary  Son  of  God  :   Thy  work  is  done. 

And  all  Thy  burdens  borne  ; 
Rest  on  that  stone,  till  the  third  sun  has  brought 
Thine  everlasting  morn. 

6  Then  to  a  higher,  brighter,  truer  rest, 

Upon  the  throne  above, 
Rise,  weary  Son  of  Man,  to  carry  out 
Thy  glorious  work  of  love. 

Horatius  Bonar,  i868. 

^^  And  Joseph  wrapped  the  body  in  a  clean  linen  cloth,  and  laid  it 
in  his  own  tomb,  which  he  had  hewn  out  i?i  the  rock. 

I^GG  German  Choral. 

REST  of  the  weary  !  Thou 
Thyself  art  resting  now, 
Where  lowly  in  Thy  sepulchre  Thou  liest. 


EASTER    EVE.  12 7 

From  out  her  deathly  sleep 
My  soul  doth  start,  to  weep 
So  sad  a  wonder,  that  Thou  Saviour  diest  1 

2  Thy  bitter  anguish  o'er, 

To  this  dark  tomb  they  bore 
Thee,  Life  of  life,— Thee,  Lord  of  all  creation  ! 

The  hollow  rocky  cave 

Must  serve  Thee  for  a  grave, 
Who  wast  Thyself  the  Rock  of  our  salvation ! 

3  O  Prince  of  Life  !  I  know 
That  when  I  too  lie  low, 

Thou  wilt  at  last  my  soul  from  death  awaken ; 

Wherefore  I  will  not  shrink 

From  the  grave's  awful  brink  ; 
,The  heart  that  trusts  in  Thee  shall  ne'er  be  shaken. 

4  To  me  the  darksome  Tomb 
Is  but  a  narrow  room, 

Where  I  may  rest  in  peace,  from  sorrow  free. 

Thy  death  shall  give  me  power 

To  cry  in  that  dark  hour, 
O  Death,  O  Grave,  where  is  your  victory? 

5  The  grave  can  nought  destroy, 
Only  the  flesh  can  die. 

And  e'en  the  body  triumphs  o'er  decay  : 

Clothed  by  Thy  wondrous  might 

In  robes  of  dazzling  light. 
This  flesh  shall  burst  the  grave  at  that  last  day. 

6  My  Jesus,  day  by  day. 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray. 

Beside  the  tomb  where  in  my  heart  Thou'rt  laid. 

Thy  bitter  death  shall  be 

My  constant  memory, 
My  guide  at  last  into  death's  awful  shade. 

Solomon  Frank,  171 1. 

Trans.  Catherine  IVinkivorth. 

*'  Weeping  may  endure  for  a  night,  but  joy  comet h  in  the  mor?ting.^^ 

189  1'^^'- 

SILENCE  in  the  house  of  prayer  ; 
Low  our  Lord  in  earth  lies  sleeping ; 
Silence,  silence,  everywhere. 

While  the  saints  their  watch  are  keeping. 


128  EASTER    SUNDAY. 

2  He  at  earliest  morn  shall  rise ; 

Now  in  mystic  peace  He  slumbers ; 
Flow,  ye  plaintive  melodies ; 
Ring,  ye  still  recurring  numbers. 

3  Sweet  it  seems  to  sit  and  wake 

By  that  tomb  in  garden  lonely, 
Knowing  He  can  ne'er  forsake, 
This  a  passing  trial  only. 

4  Though  for  us  His  soul  doth  seek 

That  mysterious  world  of  spirits, 
He  shall  rise  to  cheer  the  weak ; 
Hope  and  joy  His  Church  inherits. 

5  So  Lent's  latest  vigil  now 

Keep  we  with  a  tempered  sadness  : 
Easter-morn  !    speed  quickly  thou, 
And  transform  this  grief  to  gladness. 

6  Silence  in  the  house  of  prayer; 

Low  our  Lord  in  earth  lies  sleeping ; 
Silence,  silence,  everywhere, 

While  the  saints  their  watch  are  keeping. 

Arthur  T.  Gumey. 

EASTER  SUNDAY. 


**  Christ  our  Passover  is  crucified  for  us  ;  therefore  let  us  keep  tJu 

feast." 

L.  M. 

THE  Lamb's  high  banquet  called  to  share 
In  robes  of  saintly  white  we  sing : 
And  through  the  Red  Sea  safely  brought 
We  triumph  sound  to  Christ  our  King  ! 

He  gives  His  body,  on  the  cross 

Consumed  with  love,  to  be  our  food  : 

And  drinking  of  His  roseate  blood 
We  live  upon  the  living  God. 

Th'  avenging  angel  passes  o'er 

The  blood  drops  on  the  lintel  spread : 

The  waters,  cleft  for  Israel's  hosts. 

Soon  close  to  whelm  th'  Egyptian  dead. 

Now  Christ,  the  Lamb  without  a  stain, 
Is  slain  our  Paschal  Lamb  to  be : 


EASTER    SUNDAY.  I  29 

His  flesh  is  our  oblation  made, 
The  leaven  of  sincerity. 

5  Hail,  purest  Victim  heaven  could  find 

The  powers  of  hell  to  overthrow  : 
Thou  hast  the  chains  of  death  destroyed, 
Thou  dost  the  prize  of  life  bestow. 

6  Hail,  Victor  Christ !   Hail,  risen  King, 

To  Thee  alone  belongs  the  crown  : 
Thy  power  the  heavenly  gates  unbarred. 
And  dragged  the  Prince  of  darkness  down. 

7  O  Jesus,  from  the  death  of  sin 

Keep  us,  we  pray ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 
The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 

Of  all  the  souls  new-born  in  Thee. 

Latin  Hymn. 

Trans.  E.  Caswall. 

"^The  glory  of  the  Lord  is  risen  vpon  thee.''* 
191  D.  C.  M. 

AWAKE,  glad  soul !    awake  !  awake  ! 
Thy  Lord  hath  risen  long; 
Go  to  His  grave,  and  with  thee  take 

Both  tuneful  heart  and  song ; 
Where  Life  is  waking  all  around. 

Where  Love's  sweet  voices  sing, 
The  first  bright  Blossom  may  be  found 
Of  an  Eternal  Spring. 

2  To  Angels'  sleepless  eyes  alone 

Did  heav'n  the  boon  accord ; 
Their  hands  had  roll'd  away  the  stone 

And  deck'd  their  rising  Lord  ; 
And  still  within  the  solemn  shade 

Of  Death  they  sat  and  shone, 
To  point  where  lately  He  was  laid, 

And  tell  how  He  was  gone. 

3  O  Love  !  which  lightens  life's  distress. 

Love,  death  cannot  destroy; 
O  Grave  !  whose  very  emptiness 

To  faith  is  full  of  joy : 
Let  but  that  Love  our  hearts  supply 

From  heaven's  Eternal  Spring, 
Then  Grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

And  Death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 

I 


130  EASTER   SUNDAY. 

4  The  shade  and  gloom  of  life  are  fled 

This  Resurrection  Day ; 
Henceforth  in  Christ  are  no  more  dead, 

The  grave  hath  no  more  prey  : 
In  Christ  we  live,  in  Christ  we  sleep, 

In  Christ  we  wake  and  rise ; 
And  the  sad  tears  Death  makes  us  weep 

He  wipes  from  all  our  eyes. 

5  And  every  bird,  and  every  tree, 

And  every  opening  flower. 
Proclaim    His  glorious  victory, 

His  Resurrection-power : 
The  folds  are  glad,  the  fields  rejoice. 

With  vernal  verdure  spread. 
The  little  hills  lift  up  their  voice, 

And  shout  that  Death  is  dead. 

6  Then  wake,  glad  heart !  awake  !  awake ! 

And  seek  thy  risen  Lord, 
Joy  in  His  Resurrection  take 

And  comfort  in  His  word ; 
And  let  thy  life,  through  all  its  ways. 

One  long  thanksgiving  be, 
Its  theme  of  joy,  its  song  of  praise, 

Christ  died  and  rose  for  me.  y,  s.  b.  Monseii.iSb?. 

^^ Because  I  live,  ye  shall  live  also. ' ' 
7i-,8i-,  7i-,  8^,  7^",  7x. 

JESUS  lives,  and  so  shall  I. 
Death,  Thy  sting  is  gone  forever : 
He  who  deigned"  for  me  to  die, 
Lives,  the  bands  of  death  to  sever. 
He  shall  raise  me  with  the  just ; 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

2  Jesus  lives  and  reigns  supreme ; 
And,  His  kingdom  still  remaining, 

I  shall  also  be  with  Him, 

Ever  living,  ever  reigning. 
God  has  promised ;  be  it  must : 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

3  Jesus  lives,  and  God  extends 
Grace  to  each  returning  sinner. 

Rebels  He  receives  as  friends. 

And  exalts  to  highest  honor. 
God  is  true  as  He  is  just ; 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 


EASTER   SUNDAY.  I3I 

4  Jesus  lives,  and  by  His  grace, 

Victory  o'er  my  passions  giving, 
I  will  cleanse  my  heart  and  ways, 

Ever  to  His  glory  living. 
Th'  weak  He  raises  from  the  dust : 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

5  Jesus  lives,  and  I  am  sure 

Naught  shall  e'er  from  Jesus  sever: 
Satan's  wiles  and  Satan's  power, 

Pain  or  pleasures,  ye  shall  never ! 
Christian  armor  cannot  rust : 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

6  Jesus  lives,  and  death  is  now 

But  my  entrance  into  glory : 
Courage  !   then,  my  soul,  for  thou 

Hast  a  crown  of  life  before  thee ; 
Thou  shalt  find  thy  hopes  were  just ; 
Jesus  is  the  Christian's  trust. 

Chr,  F.  Gellerf,  1757. 

Trans  :    Unknown. 

*^Ye  seek  Jesus  of  JSTazareth  which  was  crucified :  He  is  risen  ; 

He  is  not  here. ' ' 

193  7^ 

CHRIST  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say ; 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done. 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  \ 
Lo  !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er, 

Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  hath  burst  the  bonds  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  Him  rise, 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 
''Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting?" 

Once  He  died  our  souls  to  save, 
''Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave?" 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
FoU'wing  our  exalted  Head  : 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise. 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

Charles  Wesley ^  1739- 


132  EASTER  SUNDAY. 


A 


''He  was  dead,  and  behold  He  is  alive  forevermore,'* 
']s,   8  lifies. 
T  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 
_   ^  Praise  to  our  victorious  King, 
Who  hath  washed  us  in  the  tide 
Flowing  from  His  piercdd  side : 
Praise  we  Him,  whose  love  divine 
Gives  His  guests  His  blood  for  wine, 
Gives  His  body  for  the  feast ; 
Love  the  Victim — Love  the  Priest. 

2  Where  the  Paschal  blood  is  poured 
Death's  dark  angel  sheathes  his  sword; 
Israel's  hosts  triumphant  go 
Through  the  wave  that  drowns  the  foe. 
Praise  we  Christ,  whose  blood  was  shed, 
Paschal  Victim,  Paschal  Bread; 

With  sincerity  and  love 
Eat  we  manna  from  above. 

3  Mighty  Victim  from  the  sky, 

Hell's  fierce  powers  beneath  Thee  lie: 
Thou  hast  conquered  in  the  fight ; 
Thou  hast  brought  us  life  and  light. 
Now  no  more  can  death  appal. 
Now  no  more  the  grave  enthral : 
Thou  hast  opened  Paradise, 
And  in  Thee  Thy  saints  shall  rise. 

4  Easter  triumph,  Easter  joy- 
Sin  alone  can  this  destroy : 
From  sin's  power  do  Thou  set  free 
Souls  new-born,  O  Lord,  in  Thee. 
Hymns  of  glory  and  of  praise. 
Father  unto  Thee  we  raise ; 
Risen  Lord,  all  praise  to  Thee, 
With  the  Spirit,  ever  be. 

Latin  Hymn. 

Trans.  R.  Campbell,  iSjo. 

^'Oh  death  where  is  thy  sting?  oh  grave  where  is  thy  victory  /' 

"I  O^  7^",   6^-,  8  lines. 

THE  Lord  of  life  is  risen. 
Sing,  Easter  heralds,  sing ; 
He  bursts  His  rocky  prison, 
Wide  let  the  triumph  ring. 


EASTER   SUNDAY.  1 33 

In  death  no  longer  lying, 

He  rose,  the  Prince,  to-day ; 
Life  of  the  dead  and  dying 
He  triumphed  o'er  decay. 
The  Lord  of  life  is  risen, 

And  love  no  longer  grieves ; 
In  ruin  lies  death's  prison, 
vSing,  heralds,  Jesus  lives. 
We  hear  Thy  blessed  greeting: 
•     Salvation's  work  is  done  ! 
We  worship  Thee,  repeating  : ^^ 
"  Life  for  the  dead  is  won  !" 
Around  Thy  tomb,  O  Jesus, 

How  sweet  the  Easter  breath ; 
Hear  we  not  in  the  breezes, 

''Where  is  Thy  sting,  O  Death?* 
Dark  hell  flies  in  commotion. 

The  heavens  their  anthems  sing; 
While  far  o'er  earth  and  ocean, 

Glad  hallelujahs  ring  ! 
O  publish  this  salvation. 

Ye  heralds,  through  the  earth ; 
To  every  buried  nation 

Proclaim  the  day  of  birth. 
Till,  rising  from  their  slumbers 

In  long  and  ancient  night, 
The  countless  heathen  numbers 
Shall  hail  the  Easter  light. 
;  Hail !  hail !  our  Jesus  risen  ! 

Sing,  ransomed  brethren,  sing  ! 
Through  death's  dark,  gloomy  prison, 

Let  Easter  chorals  ring. 
Haste,  haste,  ye  captive  legions 

Accept  your  glad  reprieve  ; 
Come  forth  from  sin's  dark  regions — 
In  Jesus'  kingdom  live. 

y.P.  Lange,  1851. 

Trans.  H.  Harbaugh. 

* '  7 he  Lord  is  risen  indeed. 
S.  M. 

^^  'T^HE  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed  ;" 

I      The  grave  hath  lost  its  prey  ; 
With  Him  shall  rise  the  ransom'd  seed 

To  reign  in  endless  day. 

12 


134  EASTER   SUNDAY. 

2  "  The  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed  ;  " 

He  lives,  to  die  no  more; 
He  lives,  His  people's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  He  bore. 

3  "The  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed;" 

Attending  angels,  hear ; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heav'n,  with  speed, 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

4  Then  take  your  golden  lyres,  • 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord  ; 
Join  all  the  bright,  celestial  choirs. 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804. 


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H 


I  am  He  that  Uveth  and  was  dead;  and  behold  I  am  alive  for- 
evermore,  Amen  ;  and  have  the  keys  of  hell  a?id  death  J' ^ 

8j",  7>f,   8  lines. 
ALLELUJAH  !   Hallelujah  ! 
Hearts  to  heaven  and  voices  raise  j 
Sing  to  God  a  hymn  of  gladness. 
Sing  to  God  a  hymn  of  praise. 
He  who  on  the  cross  a  victim 
For  the  world's  salvation  bled, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  King  of  glory, 
Now  is  risen  from  the  dead. 

Now  the  iron  bars  are  broken, 
Christ  from  death  to  life  is  born, 
Glorious  life,  and  life  immortal 
On  this  holy  Easter  morn : 
Christ  has  triumphed  and  we  conquer 
By  His  vict'ry  o'er  the  grave; 
Quicken'd  with  Him  by  the  Spirit, 
We  the  life  eternal  have. 

Christ  is  risen,  Christ  the  first-fruits 
Of  the  holy  harvest-field, 
Which  will  all  its  full  abundance 
At  His  second  coming  yield ; 
Men  the  golden  ears  of  harvest 
With  their  heads  before  Him  wave. 
Ripened  by  His  glorious  sunshine, 
From  the  furrows  of  the  grave. 

Christ  is  risen,  we  are  risen. 
Shed  upon  us  heav'nly  grace. 


J 


EASTER    SUNDAY.  135 

Rain  and  dew  and  streams  of  glory 
From  the  brightness  of  Thy  face, 
That  we,  with  our  hearts  in  heaven, 
Here  on  earth  may  fruitful  be, 
And  by  angel  hands  be  gather' d, 
And  be  ever,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

Christopher  Wordsworth,  altered. 

^^  If  ye  then  be  risen  with  Christ,  seek  those  things  which  are 

above. ''^ 
7J-,  Si-,  7i-,  8i-,  4f. 
ESUS  lives  !  no  longer  now 

Can  thy  terrors,  Death,  appal  us : 
Jesus  lives  !   by  this  we  know 

Thou,  O  Grave,  can'st  not  enthral  us. 
Alleluia  ! 

2  Jesus  lives  !  henceforth  is  death 
But  the  gate  of  life  immortal : 

This  shall  calm  our  trembling  breath, 
When  we  pass  its  gloomy  portal. 
Alleluia  ! 

3  Jesus  lives  !   for  us  He  died  : 
Then,  alone  to  Jesus  living, 

Pure  in  heart  may  we  abide. 
Glory  to  our  Saviour  giving. 
Alleluia ! 

4  Jesus  lives  !   our  hearts  know  well 
Nought  from  us  His  love  shall  sever; 

Life,  nor  death,  nor  powers  of  hell 
Tear  us  from  His  keeping  ever. 
Alleluia ! 

5  Jesus  lives !  to  Him  the  throne  • 
Over  all  the  world  is  given : 

May  we  go  where  He  is  gone, 

Rest  and  reign  with  Him  in  heaven. 
Alleluia  ! 

'   C.  E.  Gellert,  1757. 

Trans.  Frances  E,  Cox,  i2>41, 

''Alleluia:' 

THE  strain  upraise  of  joy  and  praise.  Alleluia ! 
To  the  glory  of  their  King 
Shall  the  ransomed  people  sing  Alleluia ! 

And  the  choirs  that  dwell  on  high 
Shall  re-echo  through  the  sky  Alleluia ! 


136  EASTER    SUNDAY. 

4  They  through  the  fields  of  Paradise  that  roam, 

The  blessed  ones,  repeat  through  that  bright  home  Alleluia ! 

5  The  planets  glitt'ring  on  their  heavenly  way, 
The  shining  constellations,  join,  and  say  Alleluia! 

6  Ye  clouds  that  onward  sweep ! 
Ye  winds  on  pinions  light ! 

Ye  thunders  echoing  loud  and  deep ! 

Ye  lightnings,  wildly  bright ! 

In  sweet  consent  unite  your  Alleluia  I 

7  Ye  floods  and  ocean  billows ! 
Ye  storms  and  winter  snow ! 
Ye  days  of  cloudless  beauty  ! 
Hoar  frost  and  summer  glow  ! 
Ye  groves  that  wave  in  spring, 
And  glorious  forests,  sing  Alleluia ! 

8  First  let  the  birds  with  .painted  plumage  gay, 

Exalt  their  great  Creator's  praise,  and  say    Alleluia! 

9  Then  let  the  beasts  of  earth  with  varying  strain. 
Join  in  creation's  hymn,  and  cry  again  Alleluia ! 

10  Here  let  the  mountains  thunder  forth,  sonorous  Alleluia! 
There  let  the  valleys  sing  in  gentler  chorus,  Alleluia ! 

11  Thou  jubilant  abyss  of  ocean,  cry  Alleluia  ! 

Ye  tracts  of  earth  and  continents,  reply  Alleluia  1 

12  To  God,  who  all  creation  made, 

The  frequent  hymn  be  duly  paid :  Alleluia  ! 

13  This  is  the  strain,  the  eternal  strain,  the  Lord  of  all  things 

loves:  Alleluia! 

This  is  the  song,  the  heav'nly  song,  that  Christ  Himself  ap- 
proves :  Alleluia ! 

14  Wherefore  we  sing,  both  heart  and  voice  awaking,  Alleluia! 
And  children's  voices  echo,  answer  making,  Alleluia! 

15  Now  from  all  men  be  outpour' d 
Alleluia  to  the  Lord  ; 

With  Alleluia  evermore 

The  Son  and  Spirit  we  adore. 

16  Praise  be  done  to  the  Three  in  One. 

Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Alleluia. 

Godescalcus,  950. 

Trans:    Jno   M.  Neale,  1831, 

''  The  first  begotten  of  the  dead,  and  the  prince  of  the  kings  of 

the  earth. " 
8 J"  &  7 J",  8  lines. 
LLELULA.,  sing  to  Jesus, 
His  the  sceptre,  His  the  throne; 


A' 


EASTER   SUNDAY.  ^37 

Alleluia,  His  the  triumph, 

His  the  victory  alone  ; 
Hark  the  songs  of  peaceful  Zion 

Thunder  like  a  mighty  flood  ; 
Jesus  out  of  every  nation 

Hath  redeemed  us  by  His  blood. 

2  Alleluia,  Bread  of  angels 

Thou  on  earth  our  Food,  our  Stay, 
Alleluia,  here  the  sinful 

Flee  to  Thee  from  day  to  day ;         * 
Intercessor,  Friend  of  sinners. 

Earth's  Redeemer,  plead  for  me, 
Where  the  songs  of  all  the  sinless 

Sweep  across  the  crystal  sea. 

3  Alleluia,  King  eternal. 

Thee  the  Lord  of  lords  we  own ; 
Alleluia,  born  of  Mary, 

Earth  Thy  footstool,  heav'n  Thy  throne: 
Thou  within  the  veil  hast  entered. 

Robed  in  flesh,  our  great  High  Priest; 

Thou  on  earth  both  Priest  and  Victim 

In  the  Eucharistic  Feast. 

JV.  C.  Dix. 

''The  angel  of  the  Lord  descended  from  heaven,  and  came  and 
rolled  back  the  stone  from  the  door,  and  sat  upon  it. 

H.  M. 

YES,  the  Redeemer  rose. 
The  Saviour  left  the  dead ; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  His  conquering  head  : 
In  wild  dismay,  the  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground,  and  sink  away. 

2  Lo  !  the  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet. 

To  wait  His  high  commands 
And  worship  at  His  feet : 
Joyful  they  come,  and  wing  their  way, 
From  realms  of  day  to  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 
And  the  glad  tidings  bear ; 

Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air  ! 

12* 


138  EASTER    MONDAY. 

Their  anthems  say,  ''Jesus,  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead;  He  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals  !   catch  the  sound, — 

Redeemed  by  Him  from  hell; 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell ; 
Transported  cry,  ''Jesus,  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead,  no  more  to  die." 

5  All  hail !   triumphant  Lord  ! 

Who  sav'st  us  with  Thy  blood  : 
Wide  be  Thy  name  adored. 

Thou  rising,  reigning  God  ! 
With  Thee  we  rise,  with  Thee  we  reign 
And  empires  gain,  beyond  the  skies. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


EASTER  MONDAY 


^^ Behold  two  of  them  wefit  that  same  day  to  a  village  called 

Emmaiis. ' ' 
7-f. 

WHEN  two  friends  on  Easter-day 
To  Emmaus  bent  their  way, 
On  that  Paschal  eventide 
Christ  was  walking  at  their  side. 

2  Then  their  hearts  within  them  glow'd 
When  Himself  to  them  He  show'd 
In  the  Scripture,  as  a  King 
Glorified  by  suffering. 

3  Thou  art  ever  with  us.  Lord, 
Walking  in  Thy  holy  word  ; 
And  Thy  voice,  O  Saviour  dear, 
Li  that  word  we  ever  hear  ; 

4  What  the  holy  prophets  meant 
In  the  ancient  Testament, 
Thou  art  opening  to  our  view. 
Lord,  forever  in  the  New. 

5  And  Thy  presence,  Lord,  we  feel 
When  we  at  Thy  table  kneel ; 
When  we  feed  upon  Thee  there, 
We  too  at  Emmaus  are. 


EASTER    MONDAY.  1 39 

6  Though  not  kenn'd  by  carnal  eye, 
Yet  we  know  Thee  ever  nigh ; 
Though  Thou  art  much  further  gone 
Even  to  Thy  heavenly  throne  ; 

7  Yet  we,  Lord,  behold  Thy  face 
Ever  in  the  means  of  grace : 
There  Thou  walkest  by  our  side, 
There  Thou  with  us  dost  abide. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 

^^  Abide  with  us :  for  it  is  toward  eve  ?ii fig  and  the  day  is  far  spent. " 

lOi'. 

ABIDE  with  me  ;  fast  falls  the  eventide : 
Tiie  darkness  deepens ;  Lord  !  with  me  abide  ; 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless  !  Oh  !  abide  with  me. 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim  ;  its  glories  pass  away ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see : 

0  Thou  who  changest  not !  abide  with  me. 

3  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour  ; 
What,  but  Thy  grace,  can  foil  the  Tempter's  pow'r? 
Who,  like  Thyself,  my  Guide  and  Stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  Oh  !  abide  with  me. 

4  I  fear  no  foe  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness ; 
Where  is  death's  sting?  where,  grave!  thy  victory? 

1  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

5  Hold  Thou  Thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies ; 
Heav'n's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  shadows  flee  : 
In  life  and  death,  O  Lord  !  abide  with  me. 

Hcmy  Francis  Lyte,  1847. 


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** Abide  in  me  and  I  in  yozi. 
C.  M. 

^   A   BIDE  with  us,'  the  shades  of  eve 
£\^  Are  falling  fast  around  ; 

Far  spent'  the  day — O  do  not  leave 
The  souls  Thy  love  has  found  ! 


140  EASTER   MONDAY. 

2  O  leave  us  not ! — tho'  slow  of  heart 

To  trust  Thy  plighted  word ; 
Abide,  nor  evermore  depart, 
Abide  with  us,  O  Lord  ! 

3  The  solemn  joy,  the  awful  fear, 

The  hallow' d  hush  of  peace, 
The  consciousness  that  Thou  art  near, 
We  would  not  these  should  cease. 

4  They  came  to  us  with  glad  accord 

This  blessed  Easter-tide, 
They  will  'abide  with  us,'  O  Lord 
If  Thou  with  us  abide. 


y.  S.  B.  Monsell,  1857. 


205 


''He  is  Lord  of  all: ' 

C.  M. 

ALL  hail !    the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall, 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 

Who  fixed  this  floating  ball ; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  His  altar  call  j 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race. 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall. 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace. 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Hail  Him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line. 

Whom  David,  Lord  did  call ; 

The  God  incarnate  !   Man  divine  ! 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

6  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet. 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


FIRST    SUNDAY    AFTER    EASTER.'  141 

7  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

8  O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  His  feet  may  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

Edward  Perronet,  1780,  altered. 


FIRST  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER. 


^*  Then  were  the  disciples  glad  zvhen  tJiey  saw  the  LordJ" 

L.  M. 

THAT  Easter-tide  with  joy  was  bright. 
The  sun  shone  out  a  fairer  light, 
When  to  their  longing  eyes  restor'd, 
Th'  Apostles  saw  their  risen  Lord. 

2  He  bade  them  see  His  hands,  His  side, 
Where  yet  the  glorious  wounds  abide  ; 
Oh,  tokens  true,  which  made  it  plain 
Their  Lord  indeed  was  ris'n  again. 

3  Jesus,  the  King  of  righteousness, 
Do  Thou  Thyself  our  hearts  possess, 
That  we  may  give  Thee  all  our  days 
The  tribute  of  our  grateful  praise. 

4  O  Lord  of  all,  with  us  abide 
In  this  our  joyful  Easter-tide  ; 
From  every  weapon  death  can  wield 
Thine  own  redeem' d  forever  shield. 


c 


"■^Then  came  Jesus,  the  doors  bei?ig  shut,  and  stood  in  the  midst ^ 
and  said,  ^ Peace  be  unto  you. '  ' ' 

V- 
'ALM  they  sit  with  closed  door 
Shutting  out  the  city's  din; 
Tenant  of  the  tomb  no  more 
See  the  Saviour  enter  in  ; 

Spirit-like  behold  Him  glide 

To  each  saintly  wond'ring  guest. 

Show  His  pierced  hands  and  side, 
Breathe  His  peace  in  every  breast. 


142  FIRST   SUNDAY    AFTER    EASTER. 

3  What  though  years  have  rolled  away, 

Since,  triumphant  from  the  tomb, 
Jesus,  at  the  close  of  day. 

Sought  that  quiet,  upper  room. 

4  Oft  from  Zion's  heavenly  hill 

Seeks  He  yet  His  faithful  few, 
Bides  with  them  in  spirit  still, 
Shows  each  glorious  wound  anew. 

5  Mighty  Lord,  descend,  we  pray. 

Where  Thy  fond  disciples  meet; 
Many  a  Magdalene  to-day 

Fain  would  her  Deliv'rer  greet: 

6  Many  a  Thomas  scarce  can  dare 

Own  Thee  for  His  God  and  Lord ; 
Come  and  banish  doubt  and  care 
With  Thy  true  almighty  Word. 

^^He  that  believeth  on  the  Son  of  God  hath  the  witness  in  himself.^^ 

5J08  ^^'  ^^'  7>f.  Sj,  7^-,  7J-. 

~~  ESUS,  my  eternal  Trust, 

And  my  Saviour,  ever  liveth  ; 
This  I  know ;  and  deep  and  just 
Is  the  peace  this  knowledge  giveth ; 
Calm  though  death's  long  night  be  fraught 
Still  with  many  an  anxious  thought. 

Hope's  strong  chain,  around  me  bound, 
Still  shall  twine  my  Saviour  grasping; 

And  my  hand  of  faith  be  found, 
As  death  left  it,  Jesus  clasping ; 

No  assault  the  foe  can  make, 

E'er  that  deathless  clasp  shall  break  I 

I  am  flesh,  and  therefore  duly 

Dust  and  ashes  must  become ; 
This  I  know,  but  know  as  truly. 

He  will  wake  me  from  the  tomb. 
That  with  Him,  whate'er  betide, 
I  may  evermore  abide  ! 

God  Himself  in  that  best  place. 

Shall  a  glorious  body  give  me; 
I  shall  see  His  blissful  face, 

To  His  heav'ns  He'll  receive  me; 
To  His  joyful  presence  raise, 
Ever  upon  Christ  to  gaze ! 


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5  Then  these  eyes  my  Lord  shall  know, 
My  Redeemer,  and  my  Brother  ; 
In  His  love  my  soul  shall  glow, 

I  myself,  and  not  another ! 
Then  from  this  rejoicing  heart 
Every  weakness  shall  depart. 

Louisa  Henrietta  of  Bratidenburg,  1653. 

Trans.  Elizabeth  Charles? 

*'  We  see  Jesus  who  was  made  a  little  lower  than  the  angels,  for 
the  suffering  of  death,  croivned  with  glory  and  honor, 

CM. 

HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
Who  clothed  Himself  in  clay, 
Entered  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away, 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 
Since  our  Immanuel  rose : 

He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 
And  vanquished  all  our  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conq'ror  mounts  aloft, 
And  to  His  Father  flies, 

With  scars  of  honor  in  His  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  His  eyes ! 

4  Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues. 
To  reach  His  blessed  abode : 

Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

5  Bright  angels  !   strike  your  loudest  strings. 
Your  sweetest  voices  raise ; 

Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Immanuel' s  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


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^'The  Lord  is  my  shepherd ;  I  shall  not  want, 
S.  M. 


THE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied  ; 
Since  He  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 


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2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heav'nly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  His  own  right  way 
For  His  most  holy  Name. 

4  While  He  affords  His  aid 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  Thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  foil' wing  days; 

Nor  from  Thy  house  will  I  remove. 

Nor  cease  to  speak  Thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 

*^I a7n  the  good  shepherd.^'' 
L.  M. 

ESUS,  the  shepherd  of  the  sheep, 

J     Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep ; 
The  flock  for  which    Thou    cam'st  from   heav'n, 
The  flock  for  which  Thy  life  was  giv'n. 

O  guard  Thy  sheep  from  beasts  of  prey, 
And  guide  them  that  they  never  stray : 
Cherish  the  young,  sustain  the  old. 
Let  none  be  feeble  in  Thy  fold. 

3  Secure  them  from  the  scorching  beam. 
And  lead  them  to  the  living  stream : 
In  verdant  pastures  let  them  lie, 
And  watch  them  with  a  shepherd's  eye. 

4  O  may  Thy  sheep  discern  Thy  voice. 
And  in  its  sacred  sound  rejoice : 
From  strangers  may  they  ever  flee. 
And  know  no  other  guide  but  Thee. 


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Lord,  bring  Thy  sheep  that  wander  yet, 

And  let  the  number  be  complete 

Then  let  Thy  flock  from  earth  remove, 

And  occupy  the  fold  above.  Thomas  Kelly. 

^^ I  know  that  my  Redeemer  liveth.'"' 
L.  M. 

HE  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives : 
And  now,  before  His  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  His  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears. 

And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face. 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts, 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  pow'rful  intercessions  rise. 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  ev'ry  dark,  distressful  hour. 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  His  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  ! 
On  Him  our  humble  hopes  depend  : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail. 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 

Anne  Steele,  1760.  . 

^^  For  ye  were  as  sheep  going  astray  ;  but  are  now  returned  unto 
the  Shepherd  and  Bishop  of  your  souls, ' ' 

213  H-  M. 

GREAT  Prophet  of  my  God, 
My  tongue  would  bless  Thy  name : 
By  Thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came  : 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

2  Be  Thou  my  Counsellor, 

My  Pattern,  and  my  Guide : 
And  through  this  desert  land 

Still  keep  me  near  Thy  side  : 
O  let  my.  feet  ne'er  run  astray. 
Nor  rove,  nor  seek  the  crooked  way. 

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3  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice  : 
His  watchful  eyes  shall  keep 
My  wandering  soul  among 

The  thousands'of  His  sheep; 
He  feeds  His  flock,  He  calls  their  names, 
His  bosom  bears  the  tender  lambs. 

Isaac  Waits,   1709. 

^^The  God  of  peace  ivho  brought  again  f?'0)n  the  dead  01/?'  Lord 

Jesus,  the  great  Shepherd  of  tlic  sheep,  through  the  blood  of 

the  everlasting  covenant,  make  you  pe?fect.''' 

js. 

NOW  may  He,  who,  from  the  dead, 
Brought  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  King  and  Head, 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep  ! 

1  May  He  teach  us  to  fulfil 
What  is  pleasing  in  His  sight ; 

Perfect  us  in  all  His  will. 

And  preserve  us  day  and  night ! 

;  To  that  dear  Redeemer's  praise 

Who  the  covenant  sealed  with  blood, 
Let  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
Loud  thanksgivings  to  our  God, 

fohn  Newton,  lyiQ. 

^^He  shall  feed  his  flock  like  a  shepherd.''^ 
L.  M. 

JESUS,  my  Shepherd,  let  me  share 
Thy  guiding  hand,  Thy  tender  care; 
And  let  me  ever  find  in  Thee, 
A  refuge  and  a  rest  for  me. 

2  O  lead  me  ever  by  Thy  side, 
Where  fields  are  green,  and  waters  glide  ; 
And  be  Thou  still,  where'er  I  be, 
A  refuge  and  a  rest  for  me. 

5  While  I  this  barren  desert  tread, 
Feed  Thou  my  soul  on  heavenly  bread ; 
'Mid  foes  and  fears  Thee  may  I  see, 
A  refuge  and  a  rest  for  me, 

4.  Anoint  me  with  Thy  gladdening  grace, 
To  cheer  me  in  the  heavenly  race  ; 
Cause  all  my  gloomy  doubts  to  flee, 
And  make  my  spirit  rest  in  Thee. 


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When  death  shall  end  this  mortal  strife, 
Bring  me  through  death  to  endless  life  ; 
Then,  face  to  face,  beholding  Thee, 
My  refuge  and  my  rest  shall  be. 


THIRD  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER. 


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**  For  to  tills  end  Christ  both  died  a?td  rose  and  revived,  that 
He  might  be  Lord  both  of  the  dead  and  the  living. ' ' 
8j-,   yj-.  Si-,   yjT,  Zs,  Zs,   yj-. 
HE  Lord  of  Might  from  Sinai's  brow- 
Gave  forth  His  voice  of  thunder: 
And  Israel  lay  on  earth  below, 

Outstretched  in  fear  and  wonder : 
Beneath  His  feet  was  pitchy  night. 
And  at  His  left  hand  and  His  right 
The  rocks  were  rent  asunder. 

2  The  Lord  of  Love  on  Calvary, 

A  meek  and  suffering  stranger. 
Upraised  to  heaven  His  languid  eye, 

In  nature's  hour  of  danger: 
For  us  He  bore  the  weight  of  woe. 
For  us  He  gave  His  blood  to  flow, 

And  met  His  Father's  anger. 

3  The  Lord  of  Love,  the  Lord  of  Might, 

The  King  of  all  created. 
Shall  back  return  to  claim  His  right. 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  : 
With  trumpet-sound  and  angel-song. 
And  hallelujahs  loud  and  long, 

O'er  death  and  hell  defeated.         Rei{inald  Heber. 

^^  A  little  while,  and  ye  shall  see  me,  because  I  go  to  the  Father, '* 

L.  M. 

LET  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
My  Saviour,  my  eternal  Rest : 
Then  only  will  this  longing  heart 
Be  fully  and  for  ever  blest. 

2  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
Thy  unveiled  glory  to  behold  : 
Then  only  will  this  wandering  heart 
Cease  to  be  treach'rous,  faithless,  cold. 


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148  THIRD  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER. 

3  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 

Where  spotless  saints  Thy  name  adore : 
Then  only  will  this  sinful  heart 
Be  evil  and  defiled  no  more. 

4  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 

Where  none  can  die,  where  none  remove : 
Then  neither  death  nor  life  will  part 
Me  from  Thy  presence  and  Thy  love. 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1836. 

*^  I  beseech  you  as  strangers  and  pilgrims,  abstain  from  fleshly  Insist 

C.  M. 
AVED  by  Thy  blood,  the  Red  Sea  pass'd, 
Our  foes  o'erthrown  by  Thee, 
Strangers  in  this  world's  wilderness, 
And  pilgrims.  Lord,  are  we. 

2  But  Thou  art  with  us ;  in  the  night 

Thy  shining  pillar  leads. 
In  scorching  sands  Thy  streams  refresh. 
Thy  heav'nly  manna  feeds. 

3  Thy  church,  O  Saviour,  holds  the  Law 

By  Thy  dread  Godhead  given, 
Preaches  Thy  word,  and  taught  by  Thee 
Dispenses  grace  from  heaven. 

4  O  keep  us  far  from  fleshly  lusts ; 

For,  cleans' d,  O  Lord  by  Thee, 
Strangers  in  this  world's  wilderness, 
And  pilgrims  here  are  we; 

5  Obedient  to  Thy  will,  O  Lord, 

And  by  Thy  bounty  blest. 
So  may  we  reach  the  promised  land. 

The  Canaan  of  our  Rest.        Christopher  Wordsworth, 

'^Vour  heart  shall  rejoice,  and  your  joy  no  man  taketh  from  you. ^* 

H.  M. 

REJOICE  !  the  Lord  is  King  !— 
Your  God  and  King  adore; 
Mortals  !  give  thanks,  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore : 
Lift  up  your  hearts, — lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice  !  again,  I  say,  rejoice  ! 

2  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven; 


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The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts, — lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice  !  again,  I  say,  rejoice ! 

3  He  all  His  foes  shall  quell. 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy ; 
And  every  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy : 
Lift  up  your  hearts, — lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice  !  again,  I  say,  rejoice  ! 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope ; 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come. 
And  take  His  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice  ! 

Charles  Wesley,  1746. 

"  Wait  on  the  Lord :  be  of  good  courage ,  and  He  shall  strengthen 

thy  hearty 
C.  M. 
HE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
And  my  salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 


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2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires ; 

O  grant  me  an  abode. 
Among  the  churches  of  Thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  Thy  beauty  still ; 
Shall  hear  Thy  messages  of  love. 
And  there  inquire  Thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  His  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around. 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 

Within  Thy  temple  sound.  Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

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150  THIRD    SUNDAY    AFTER    EASTER. 

^^ I  go  to  prepare  a  place  for  you.** 
S.  M. 
"  T70REVER  with  the  Lord  !  " 

J7     Amen,  so  let  it  be: 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 

And  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near 
At  times  to  Faith's  foreseeing  eye 
Thy  golden  gates  appear ! 

4  My  thirsty  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above  ! 

5  I  hear  at  morn  and  even, 

At  noon  and  midnight  hour. 
The  choral  harmonies  of  heaven 
Earth's  Babel  tongues  o'erpower. 

6  "  Forever  with  the  Lord  !  " 

Father,  if  'tis  Thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word, 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 

7  So,  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death. 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

8  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 

How  shall  I  love  that  word. 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 

*' Forever  with  the  Lord  !"  James  Montgomery,  1835. 
^^Lo  I  am  with  you  alway,  eveii  unto  the  end  of  the  world.'' 
OQQ  8>f,  7^,   8  lines. 

'^    A    LW AYS  with  us,  always  with  us:" — 

£\^  Words  of  cheer  and  words  of  love ; 
Thus  the  risen  Saviour  whispers. 

From  His  dwelling-place  above. 
With  us,  when  we  toil  in  sadness. 

Sowing  much  and  reaping  none ; 
Telling  us  that  in  the  future 
Golden  harvests  shall  be  won  : 


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With  US,  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 

O'er  our  pathway  dark  and  drear  ; 
Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms, 

Stilling  every  anxious  fear  : 
With  us,  in  the  lonely  valley, 

When  we  cross  the  chilling  stream ; 
Lighting  up  the  steps  to  glory, 

With  salvation's  radiant  beam. 

Edivin  H.  Nevin,  1858. 


FOURTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER. 


^^It  is  expedient  for  you  that  I  go  away  ;  for  if  I  go  not  away, 
the  Comforter  will  not  come  unto  you. 
223  8i-,  6^,  8^,  4^. 

OUR  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 
His  tender  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed 
With  us  to  dwell. 


2  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  Guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

3  And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear. 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even. 
That  checks  each  thought,  that  calms  each  fear, 
And  speaks  of  heaven. 

4  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 

And  every  conquest  won, 
And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  His  alone. 

5  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace. 

Our  weakness,  pitying,  see  : 
O  make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling-place. 

And  worthier  Thee.  Ha7'riet  Auber,  1829. 

'^  Eve?y  good  gift  and  every  perfect  gift  is  from  above ,  a?id 
Cometh  down  from  the  Father  of  Lights. ' ' 

224  L.  M. 

^ATHER  of  lights  !  to  Thee  we  pray, 
Guide  us  and  cheer  us  on  our  way  ; 
Lift  up  Thy  countenance  divine, 
And  on  our  heavenward  journey  shine. 


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152  FOURTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER. 

2  The  joys  of  earth  are  brief  and  vain, 
Their  glistening  spangles  quickly  wane, 
Thy  light  no  change  or  shadow  knows, 
But  with  eternal  splendor  glows. 

3  Thou,  Lord,  who  didst  on  Sinai's  hill 
In  cloud  and  thunder  speak  Thy  will. 
And  didst  with  Thine  Almighty  hand 
Inscribe  on  stone  Thy  dread  command ; 

4  Write  now  the  law,  which  love  imparts, 
Upon  the  tables  of  our  hearts  ; 

With  Thy  free  Spirit  us  inspire, 
Illume  with  light,  and  warm  with  fire. 

5  No  mirror,  where  with  flickering  ray 
The  evanescent  shadows  play. 

No,  but  a  faithful  chart,  O  Lord, 
To  us  is  Thine  unerring  word ; 

6  There  with  eyes  riveted  we  trace 
The  roads  and  rivers  of  Thy  grace, 
Which  bear  the  pilgrim  on  his  way 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day. 

7  Lord,  give  us  grace  with  faith  to  read 
And  in  our  lives  show  forth  our  creed ; 
Like  Christ,  to  visit  in  distress 

The  widow  and  the  fatherless  ; 

8  Not  by  the  lures  of  sin  beguiled. 
Not  by  the  stains  of  sin  defiled; 
But  walking  in  the  light  of  love 
To  Thy  Jerusalem  above. 


C.  Wordsworth. 


' '  I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless. ' ' 
L.  M. 

THOU,  who  dost  build  for  us  on  high, 
A  house  beyond  the  shining  sky: 
Draw  us,  O  Christ,  to  Thee  above, 
And  bind  us  there  with'  cords  of  love  ! 

2  Thou  Source  of  good,  most  gracious  Lord  ; 
■  Thyself  shalt  be  our  great  reward  : 
In  Thee  we  wake  from  life's  brief  night 
Translated  into  endless  light. 


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3  If  Thou  dost  love  us,  leave  us  not : 

But  send  down  from  that  pure  calm  spot 

The  Holy  Comforter  to  prove 

Thy  guardian  care,  Thy  fostering  love. 

4  Thou  who  shalt  come  our  Judge  to  be, 
Jesus,  all  glory  be  to  Thee : 

Save  us,  O  Lord,  we  humbly  pray — 
Thy  servants  save,  on  that  great  day. 

5  Then  shall  we  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
With  open  face  and  joyful  heart : 
Enraptured  love  Thee,  and  adore 
World  without  end,  for  evermore. 

Isaac  Williams,  altered. 

'  Grant  us  grace  to  raise  our  thoughts  and  affections  from  earth  to 
heaven  J  a7id  to  breathe  continually  after  Thy  presence.^  ^ 

THERE  is  a  blessed  Home 
Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 
Where  trials  never  come. 
Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow  ; 

2  Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 
And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 

And  everlasting  light 
Its  glory  throws  around. 

3  There  is  a  land  of  peace. 
Good  angels  know  it  well  ; 

Glad  songs  that  never  cease 
Within  its  portals  swell ; 

4  Around  its  glorious  throne, 
Ten  thousand  saints  adore 

Christ,  with  the  Father  One 
And  Spirit,  evermore. 

5  O  joy  all  joys  beyond. 
To  see  the  Lamb  who  died, 

And  count  each  sacred  wound 
In  hands,  and  feet,  and  side ; 

6  To  give  to  Him  the  praise 
Of  every  triumph  won. 

And  sing  through  endless  days 
The  great  things  He  hath  done. 


154  FOURTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   EASTER. 

7  Look  up  ye  saints  of  God, 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 

The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe  ; 

8  Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomplaining  love, 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 
Shall  welcome  you  above. 

Henry  W.  Baker,  i86i. 

^^  In  my  Father' s  house  are  many  mansions :  I  go  to  prepare  a 

place  for  you. ^^ 

00*T  Sj-,  7i-,  8  lines. 

JESUS,  who  hath  gone  before  us 
Heavenly  mansions  to  prepare, — 
See  Him,  who  is  ever  pleading 
For  us  with  prevailing  prayer ; 
See  Him,  who  with  sound  of  trumpet 

And  with  His  angelic  train. 
Summoning  the  world  to  judgment, 
On  the  clouds  will  come  again. 

2  Raise  us  up  from  earth  to  heaven. 

Give  us  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
Gales  of  holy  aspirations 

Wafting  us  to  realms  above ; 
That,  with  hearts  and  minds  uplifted, 

We  with  Christ  our  Lord  may  dwell. 
Where  He  sits  enthroned  in  glory 

In  His  heavenly  citadel. 

3  So  at  last,  when  He  appeareth. 

We  from  out  our  graves  may  spring, 
With  our  youth  renewed  like  eagles. 

Flocking  round  our  heavenly  King, 
Caught  up  on  the  clouds  of  heaven, — 

And  may  meet  Him  in  the  air. 
Rise  to  realms  where  He  is  reigning. 

And  may  reign  for  ever  there. 

C.  Wordsworth, 

^^ Blessed  is  the  man  that  trusteth  in   Thee.^^ 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  'tis  sweet  to  rest 
Upon  Thy  tender  loving  breast. 
Where  deep  compassions  ever  roll 
Towards  my  helpless,  weary  soul. 


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2  Thy  love,  My  Saviour,  dries  my  tears, 
Expels  my  griefs,  and  calms  my  fears  ; 
Sheds  light  and  gladness  o'er  my  heart, 
And  bids  each  anxious  thought  depart. 

3  Blest  foretaste  this  of  joys  to  come 
In  Thy  eternal,  heavenly  home  ; 
Where  I  shall  see  Thy  smiling  face. 
And  know  Thy  rich,  unfathomed  grace. 

4  That  grace  sustains  my  spirit  now. 
Though  still  a  pilgrim  here  below ; 
That  grace  suffices,  comforts,  guides, 
Upholds,  defends,  preserves,  provides. 

5  Yes,  Thou  art  with  me,  O  my  God, 
To  bear  me  on  to  Thy  abode. 
Where  I  shall  never  cease  to  prove 
Thy  deep,  divine,  unfailing  love. 

6  Help  me  to  praise  Thee  day  by  day, 
Till  earth's  dark  scenes  are  passed  away, 
Till  in  Thine  own  unclouded  light 

Thy  glory  satisfies  my  sight. 

//.  B.  1862. 


FIFTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER. 


^^Ask  and  ye  shall  receive.^'' 
C.  M. 

LORD,  in  Thy  name  Thy  servants  plead, 
And  Thou  hast  sworn  to  hear : 
Thine  is  the  harvest,  Thine  the  seed, 
The  fresh  and  fading  year. 

2  Our  Hope,  when  autumn  winds  blew  wild, 

We  trusted.  Lord,  with  Thee ; 
And  still,  now  spring  has  on  us  smiled, 
We  wait  on  Thy  decree. 

3  The  former  and  the  latter  rain, 

The  summer  sun  and  air. 
The  green  ear,  and  the  golden  grain. 
All  Thine,  are  ours  by  prayer. 

4  Thine  too  by  right,  and  ours  by  grace, 

The  spirit's  growth  unseen  ; 


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The  hopes  that  soothe,  the  fears  that  brace, 
The  love  that  shines  serene. 

5  So  grant  the  precious  fruits  brought  forth 
By  sun  and  moon  below, 
That  Thee  in  Thy  new  heaven  and  earth 
We  never  may  forego. 

John  Keble,  1857. 

^^  Bless  the  Lord,  oh  my  sou!,  and  forget  not  all  His  benefits  .^"^ 

%s,  'js.  8  lines. 
^ATHER,  blessing  ev'ry  seed-time, 
And  refreshing  all  the  soil, 
Ripening  the  gracious  harvest 

For  which  all  Thy  servants  toil. 
O  Thou  Source  of  every  blessing 

Shower' d  daily  from  above. 
Hearken  to  our  lips  confessing 
Our  thanksgiving  for  Thy  love. 

Here  we  bless  Thy  hand  that  gave  us 

Thought  and  feeling,  life  and  limb ; 
Bless  Thy  Son,  who  died  to  save  us. 

In  our  glad  and  joyous  hymn  ; 
Bless  Thy  Spirit,  who  doth  make  us 

Fit  to  worship  as  we  ought : 
Father,  leave  not  nor  forsake  us, 

Till  into  Thy  garner  brought. 

With  Thy  dews  and  sunshine  tend  us, 

Through  life's  long  and  changeful  year; 
From  the  Enemy  defend  us. 

Lest  the  tares  of  sin  appear. 
Let  Thine  eye  and  hand  the  keepers 

Of  our  souls  for  ever  be, 
Till  Thine  angel  harvest-reapers 

Sheaves  of  glory  bind  for  Thee. 

Judith  Madan. 

**  These  things  have  I  spoken,  that  in  Me  ye  might  have  peace. 


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C.  M. 

IF  Christ  is  mine,  then  all  is  mine. 
And  more  than  angels  know ; 
Both  present  things  and  things  to  come, 
And  grace  and  glory  too. 

If  Christ  is  mine,  let  friends  forsake, 
And  earthly  comforts  flee  ; 


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He,  the  full  source  of  every  good, 
Is  more  than  all  to  me. 

If  Christ  is  mine,  unharmed  I  pass 

Through  death's  dark  dismal  vale, 
He'll  be  my  comfort  and  my  stay, 

When  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail. 

O  Christ,  assure  me  Thou  art  mine ; 

I  nothing  want  beside  ; 
My  soul  shall  at  the  Fountain  live. 

When  all  the  streams  are  dried. 

Bejtj.  Beddomc,  1776,  altered. 

^  I  leave  the  world  and  go  unto  the  Father y 
C.  M. 


THE  head,  that  once  was  crown' d  with  thorns, 
Is  crown'd  with  glory  now; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 

The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  His — is  His  by  right ; 
*'  The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords," 
And  heaven's  eternal  Light  : 

3  The  Joy  of  all  who  dwell  above. 

The  Joy  of  all  below. 
To  whom  He  manifests  His  love, 
And  grants  His  name  to  know ; 

4  To  them  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given ; 
Their  name, — an  everlasting  name  ; 
Their  joy, — the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below. 

They  reign  with  Him  above  ; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy — to  know 
The  mystery  of  His  love. 

6  The  cross  He  bore  is  life  and  health, — 

Though  shame  and  death  to  Him; 
His  people's  hope,  His  people's  wealth. 

Their  everlasting  theme.  Thomas  Kelly,  1820. 

'^Pure  religion  and  undefiled  before  God  arid  the  Father  is  thiSy 
To  visit  the  fatherless  and  widows  in  their  affliction. ' ' 

€>.fl51  C.  M. 

ESUS,  my  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace  ! 
Thy  bounties  how  complete  1 


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How  shall  we  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt  ? 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  Thou  exalted  shine  ; 
What  can  our  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine? 

3  But  Thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  Thy  grace, 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 
Before  Thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  Thou  mayest  be  clothed  and  fed, 

And  visited  and  cheered  ; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress 
Our  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 

5  Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love, 

We  in  Thy  poor  would  see ; 
O  may  we  minister  to  them, 
And  in  them,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740,  altered. 

*'In  the  world  ye  shall  have  tribulatioJi :  but  be  of  good  cheer  ; 
I  have  overco77ie  the  world. ' ' 

JESUS,  o'er  the  grave  victorious, 
Conq'ring  death,  and  conq'ring  hell, 
Reign  Thou  in  Thy  might  all  glorious; 
Heav'n  and  earth  Thy  triumph  swell. 

2  Saints  in  Thee  approach  the  Father 
Asking  in  Thy  name  alone ; 

He,  in  Thee,  with  love  increasing, 
Gives,  and  glorifies  the  Son. 

3  Down  to  earth  in  all  its  darkness 
From  the  Father  Thou  didst  come  ; 

Seeking  sinners  in  their  blindness, 
Calling  earth's  poor  exiles  home  ; 

4  By  a  life  of  love  and  labor 
Doing  all  the  Father's  will ; 

Giving  to  each  suppliant  suff'rer 
Precious  balm  for  every  ill ; 

5  Patient  ever  in  well-doing. 
Moving  on  in  steps  of  blood, 

Through  the  grave  to  heights  of  glory, 
Reconciling  us  with  God. 


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Here,  in  Thee,  is  peace  forever; 

We  can  tribulation  bear ; 
Kiss  Thy  cross,  with  rapture  knowing 

Thou  hast  conquered  suff'ring  there. 

^^___        E.  E.  Higbee,  1873. 

ASCENSION  DAY. 


'*  He  was  received  up  into  heaven  and  sat  on  the  right  hand 

of  Godr 

V' 
AIL  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise. 
Ravished  from  our  wishful  eyes; 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Reascends  His  native  heaven. 


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2  There  the  pompous  triumph  waits ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates ! 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene; 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 

3  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves ; 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own. 

4  See  !  He  lifts  His  hands  above  ! 
See  !   He  shows  the  prints  of  love ! 
Hark  !   His  gracious  lips  bestow 
Blessings  on  His  church  below  ! 

5  Still  for  us  His  death  He  pleads ; 
Prevalent,  He  intercedes ; 

Near  Himself  prepares  our  place. 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

6  There  we  shall  with  Thee  remain. 
Partners  of  Thine  endless  reign ; 
There  Thy  face  unclouded  see. 
Find  our  heav'n  of  heav'ns  in  Thee. 

Charles  Wesley,  1739. 
*'  Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates  ;  even  lift  them  up,  ye  everlasting 
doors  ;  and  the  King  of  glory  shall  come  in. ' ' 
L.  M. 
UR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead. 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 


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l6o  ASCENSION    DAY. 

2  There  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
''  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates  1 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way!" 

3  ''  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  His  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in." 

4  ''Who  is  the  King  of  glory  !     Who?"— 

"  The  Lord,  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame, 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew; 
And  Jesus  is  the  Conq'ror's  name. 

5  Lo  !   His  triumphal  chariot  waits. 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
''Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  1" 

6  "Who  is  this  King  of  glory?     Who?"— 

"  The  Lord  of  glorious  power  possest; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blest ! 

Charles  Wesley,  1741. 

*'  Who  is  this  Ki?ig  of  glory  ?     The  Lord,  strong  and  mighty,  the 

Lord  mighty  i^i  battle. ' ' 
QQ^  ^s  &  7i-.   8  lines. 

SEE,  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph  ! 
See,  the  King  in  royal  state. 
Riding  on  the  clouds,  His  chariot. 

To  His  heav'nly  palace  gate  ! 
Hark  !  the  choirs  of  angel  voices 

Joyful  alleluias  sing, 
And  the  portals  high  are  lifted 
To  receive  their  heav'nly  King. 

2  Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory, 

With  the  trump  of  jubilee  ? 
Lord  of  battles,  God  of  armies, 

He  has  gained  the  victory  ; 
He,  who  on  the  cross  did  suffer. 

He,  who  from  the  grave  arose, 
He  has  vanquished  sin  and  Satan, 

He  by  death  has  spoiled  His  foes. 

3  Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature, 

In    the  clouds  to  God's  right  hand ; 


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There  we  sit  in  heav'nly  places, 

There  with  Thee  in  glory  stand ; 
Jesus  reigns,  adored  by  angels  ; 

Man  with  God  is  on  the  throne ; 
Mighty  Lord  !   in  Thine  ascension, 

We  by  faith  behold  our  own. 

Christopher  Wordsworth,  1863. 

This  Man,  after  He  had  offered  one  sacrifice  for  sins,  forever  sat 
down  on  the  right  hand  of  God. ' ' 

L.  M. 
SAVIOUR,  who  for  man  hast  trod 
The  wine-press  of  the  wrath  of  God, 
Ascend,  and  claim  again  on  high 
Thy  glory  left  for  us  to  die. 

2  A  radiant  cloud  is  now  Thy  seat. 

And  earth  lies  stretched  beneath  Thy  feet ; 
Ten  thousand  thousands  round  Thee  sing, 
And  share  the  triumph  of  their  King. 

3  The  angel-host  enraptured  waits  : 
'•Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates  !  " 

O  God-and-Man  !  The  Father's  throne 
Is  now  for  evermore  Thine  own. 

4  Our  great  High  Priest  and  Shepherd,  Thou 
Within  the  veil  art  entered  now, 

To  offer  there  Thy  precious  blood 
Once  poured  on  earth  a  cleansing  flood. 

5  And  thence  the  Church,  Thy  chosen  Bride, 
With  countless  gifts  of  grace  supplied, 
Through  all  her  members  draws  from  Thee 
Her  hidden  life  of  sanctity. 

6  O  Christ,  our  Lord,  of  Thy  dear  care 
Thy  lowly  members  heaven-ward  bear ; 
Be  ours  with  Thee  to  suffer  pain, 
With  Thee  for  evermore  to  reign. 

Latin  Hymn. 

Trans  :  y.  Chandler ,  altered. 

*'  Having  an  high  priest  over  the  house  of  God,  let  us  draw  near 
with  a  true  hea7't,  infull  assuraiice  of  faith. ^^ 

o^.a  L.  M, 


WHERE  high  the  heav'nly  temple  stands. 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High  Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  Guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

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1 62  ASCENSION    DAY. 

2  He,  who  for  men  their  surety  stood, 
And  poured  on  earth  His  precious  blood, 
Pursues  in  heaven  His  mighty  plan, 

The  Saviour  and  the  Friend  of  man. 

3  Jesus,  who  suffered  here  below, 
Feels  sympathy  with  human  woe, 
And  still  remembers  in  the  skies, 
His  tears.  His  prayers,  His  agonies. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  sorrows  had  a  part ; 
Touched  with  the  feeling  of  our  grief 
He  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known, 
And  ask  the  aid  of  heav'nly  power 

To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour.  Michael  Bruce, 

^^  And  when  He  had  spoken  these  things,  while  they  beheld,  He 
was  takefi  uj),  and  a  cloud  received  Him  out  of  their  sights 

Sx,   IS. 
^O  the  throne  He  left,  victorious 
_       Lo  !  our  King  ascends  on  high  : 
Ransomed  by  His  Passion  glorious. 
Let  us  raise  our  glorious  cry. 

2  Forty  days  from  death  uprisen, 
He  His  chosen  ones  did  guide ; 

Gave  them  power  to  loose  from  prison 
All  the  souls  for  whom  He  died. 

3  In  the  three-fold  Name  baptizing, 
They  were  sent  the  world  to  bless ; 

Told  to  witness  of  His  rising. 

Through  all  lands  His  name  confess. 

4  Then,  as  they  looked  on  adoring, 
Angels,  clad  in  robes  of  white, 

Spake  to  them,  when  He,  high  soaring, 
Passed  in  glory  out  of  sight. 

5  ''So  shall  He  who  thus  ascended. 
Come  once  more,  as  then  He  rose ; 

All  the  world's  great  conflict  ended. 
He  triumphant  o'er  His  foes  !" 

6  At  Thy  coming.  Lord,  we  pray  Thee, 
Grant  us  joys  that  never  fade ; 


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While  life  lasts  may  we  obey  Thee, 
Turn  to  Thee  for  strength  and  aid ; 

Then  shall  we,  the  strain  upraising, 

Joyous  Alleluias  sing ; 
Through  th'  eternal  ages  praising 

Thee  our  everlasting  King. 

E.  H,  Plumptre. 


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^^Thou  hast  crowned  him  with  glory  and  honor V 

OOK,  ye  saints  ! — the  sight  is  glorious  : 
See  the  ''Man  of  Sorrows  "  now  ! 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious. 
Every  knee  to  Him  shall  bow : 
Crown  Him  !  crown  Him ! 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour  !  angels  !  crown  Him  ! 
Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  ; 

In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 
While  the  heav'nly  concave  rings  : — 
Crown  Him  !  crown  Him  ! 
Crown  the  Saviour,  *'King  of  kings  !" 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  Him, 
Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 

Saints  and  angels  !  crowd  around  Him, 
Own  His  title,  praise  His  name: 
Crown  Him  !  crown  Him  ! 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame. 

4  Hark  !   those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 
Hark  !  those  loud,  triumphant  chords  ? 

Jesus  takes  the  highest  station ; 
Oh !  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 
Crown  Him  !   crown  Him  ! 
*'  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords." 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 

^^Now  is  come  salvation  and  strength  and  the  kingdom  of  our 

God  and  the  power  of  His  Christ.^  ^ 

C.    M. 


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BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
.  Amid  His  Father's  throne; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  His  name 
And  songs  before  unknown. 


164  ASCENSION    DAY. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  His  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  Thy  head. 

4  Thou  hast  redeem' d  our  souls  with  blood. 

Hast  set  the  prisoners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Thee. 

5  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  Thy  power  ; 

Then  shorten  these  delaying  days, 

And  bring  the  promised  hour. 

Isaac  Watts,  1696. 

*^Seek  those  things  which  a?'e  above  where  Christ  sitteth  on  the 
7'ight  ha?id  of  God. ' ' 

Zs,  7J-. 

CHRIST,  above  all  glory  seated, 
King  triumphant,  strong  to  save ! 
Dying,  Thou  hast  death  defeated. 
Buried,  Thou  hast  spoiled  the  grave. 

2  Thou  art  gone,  where  now  is  given 
What  no  mortal  might  could  gain, 

On  th'  eternal  throne  of  heaven, 
In  Thy  Father's  power  to  reign. 

3  There  Thy  kingdoms  all  adore  Thee, 
Heaven  above  and  earth  below  ! 

While  the  depths  of  hell  before  Thee, 
Trembling  and  amazed  bow. 

4  We,  O  Lord,  with  hearts  adoring 
Follow  Thee  beyond  the  sky ; 

Hear  our  prayers  Thy  grace  imploring, 
Lift  our  souls  to  Thee  on  high. 


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5  So,  when  Thou  again  in  glory 

On  the  clouds  of  heaven  shalt  shine, 
We  Thy  flock  may  stand  before  Thee, 
Owned  for  evermore  as  Thine. 


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6  Hail !  all  hail !   in  Thee  confiding, 
Jesus,  Thee  shall  all  adore. 
In  Thy  Father's  might  abiding, 
With  One  Spirit  evermore. 

Latin  Hy77in  ^th  century. 

Trans.  ? 


SUNDAY  AFTER  ASCENSION. 


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^^Let  Thy  priests  be  clothed  with  righteousness  and  let  Thy  saints 

shout  for  joy. ^"^ 
yj",  6  lines. 

LORY,  glory  to  our  King  ! 
Crowns  unfading  wreathe  His  head : 
Jesus  is  the  name  we  sing — 

Jesus,  risen  from  the  dead ; 
Jesus,  Conqueror  o'er  the  grave; 
Jesus,  mighty  now  to  save. 

2  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high. 
Angels  come  to  meet  their  King ; 

Shouts  triumphant  rend  the  sky. 

While  the  Victor's  praise  they  sing! 
*'  Open  now  ye  heav'nly  gates  ! 
'Tis  the  King  of  glory  waits." 

3  Now  behold  Him  high  enthroned, 
Glory  beaming  from  his  face. 

By  adoring  angels  owned, 

God  of  holiness  and  grace  : 
O  for  hearts  and  tongues  to  sing, 
Glory,  glory  to  our  King  ! 

4  Jesus,  on  Thy  people  shine  ; 
Warm  our  hearts  and  tune  our  tongues, 

That  with  angels  we  may  join. 

Share  their  bliss  and  swell  their  songs : 
Glory,  honor,  praise  and  power. 
Lord  !   be  Thine  for  evermore. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804. 

^ Leave  us  not  orpha7is  in  our  weary  mortal  state. 

S.  M. 
''T^HOU  art  gone  up  on  high, 

X      To  realms  beyond  the  skies ; 
And  round  Thy  throne  unceasingly 
The  songs  of  praise  arise  : 


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2  But  we  are  ling' ring  here, 

With  sin  and  care  oppressed ; 
Lord,  send  Thy  promis'd  Comforter 
And  lead  us  to  our  rest. 

3  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  : 

But  Thou  didst  first  come  down, 
Through  earth's  most  bitter  misery 
To  pass  unto  Thy  crov/n ; 

4  And  girt  with  grief  and  fears 

Our  onward  course  must  be ; 
But  only  let  this  path  of  tears 
Lead  us  at  last  to  Thee. 

5  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high ; 

But  Thou  shalt  come  again, 
With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 
Attendant  in  Thy  train. 

6  Lord,  by  Thy  saving  power. 

So  make  us  live  and  die, 
That  we  may  stand  in  that  dread  hour 
At  Thy  right  hand  on  high. 

Euima  Toke,  185 1. 

^^ Send  unto  us  the  Comforter  who  may  guide  us  always  in  the 
way  of  truth  and  peace. ' ' 
L.  M. 
JESUS  !  Lord  of  heav'nly  grace. 
Redeemer  of  our  guilty  race. 
On  Thee  our  waiting  eyes  we  bend, 
The  saint's  delight,  the  sinner's  friend. 

2  What  wondrous  love  prevailed  on  Thee 
The  Bearer  of  our  sins  to  be  ; 
Thyself  in  sacrifice  to  give, 
That  sinners  might  not  die,  but  live  ! 

3  Now  crushed  is  Satan's  doleful  reign, 
And  broken  is  the  tyrant's  chain: 
And  Thou  art,  in  Thy  meet  abode, 
A  Conq'ror  on  the  throne  of  God. 

4  O  let  Thy  clemency  prevail 
To  heal  the  losses  we  bewail : 
O  cheer  us  with  Thy  beaming  face, 
Enrich  us  with  Thy  gifts  of  grace. 


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5  Be  Thou  our  guide,  be  Thou  our  goal, 
Our  joy,  when  sorrow  fills  the  soul ; 
In  life,  our  pathway  to  the  skies. 
In  death,  our  everlasting  prize. 

IV/iy  stand  ye  gazing  up  into  heaven  ?     This  same  Jesus  shall  so 
come  in  like  manner  as  ye  have  seen  Him  go  i?ito  heaven. 

V' 

MASTER,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  cry. 
On  Thy  throne  exalted  high : 
See  Thy  faithful  servants,  see  ! 
Ever  gazing  up  to  Thee. 

2  Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight,- 
High  above  yon  azure  height. 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise. 
Following  Thee  beyond  the  skies. 

3  Ever  may  we  upwards  move. 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Longing  for  our  heavenly  home : 

4  There  may  we  with  Thee  remain, 
Partners  of  Thine  endless  reign ; 
There  Thy  face  unclouded  see. 
Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  Thee : 

5  There  before  Thy  footstool  fall ; 
There  confess  Thee  Lord  of  all ; 
And,  while  endless  ages  last. 
There  our  crowns  before  Thee  cast. 

Charles  Wesley, 

''Set  your  affections  upon  things  which  are  above ^ 

C.  M. 

O  JESUS,  who  art  gone  before 
To  Thy  blest  realms  of  light : 
O,  thither  may  our  spirits  soar. 
And  wing  their  upward  flight. 

2  Make  us  to  those  delights  aspire. 
Which  spring  from  love  to  Thee : 

Which  pass  the  carnal  heart's  desire. 
Which  faith  alone  can  see ; 

3  Where  God  to  those  whom  He  doth  own, 
His  secret  doth  reveal ; 

And  is  Himself  their  joy  and  crown. 
And  all  in  all  doth  fill. 


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4  To  guide  us  to  Thy  glories,  Lord, 
To  lift  us  to  the  sky ; 
O  may  Thy  Holy  Ghost  be  pour'd 

Upon  us.  from  on  high.  Latm  Hymn. 

Trans,  by  y.  Chandler. 

''Father,  I  will  that  they  also  whom  Thou  hast  given  Me  be  with 

Me  where  I  a?n. ' ' 

C.  M. 

THE  golden  gates  are  lifted  up, 
The  doors  are  opened  wide, 
The  King  of  Glory  is  gone  in 
Unto  His  Father's  side. 

2  Thou  art  gone  up  before  us,  Lord, 

To  make  for  us  a  place, 
That  we  may  be  where  now  Thou  art, 
And  look  upon  God's  face. 

3  And  ever  on  our  earthly  path 

A  gleam  of  glory  lies, 
A  light  still  breaks  behind  the  cloud 
,That  veiled  Thee  from  our  eyes. 

4  Lift  up  our  hearts,  lift  up  our  minds, 

Let  Thy  dear  grace  be  given, 
That  while  we  wander  here  below, 
Our  treasure  be  in  heaven. 

5  That  where  Thou  art  at  God's  right  hand. 

Our  hope,  our  love  may  be. 
Dwell  Thou  in  us,  that  we  may  dwell 
For  evermore  in  Thee. 

**  But  when  the  Comforter  is  come  whom  I  will  send  unto  you 

fro?n  the  Father,''^ 

V- 

MIGHTY  Saviour,  gracious  King, 
Now  Thy  waiting  people  bless; 
Thou  that  dost  deliverance  bring, 
Come  to  reign  in  righteousness. 

2  Thou  dost  heavenly  light  impart : 
Tune  the  ear  to  Zion's  song ; 

Teach  and  guide  the  wayward  heart. 

Loose  and  prompt  the  stamm'ring  tongue. 

3  Pour  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high ; 
Come,  Thy  mourning  Church  to  bless; 


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Streams  of  life  and  joy  supply ; 
Fill  the  world  with  righteousness; 
4  Light  shall  then  possess  Thine  own, 
Holy  quiet,  perfect  peace ; 
And  where  heav'nly  seed  is  sown, 
Thou  wilt  give  the  blest  increase. 

Edward  Osier  f 

''  Let  all  the  world  bow  dow?i  before  Him.'''' 
L.  M. 

OH  !   for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day. 
The  blissful  realms,  where  Jesus  reigns ! 

2  There,  low  before  His  glorious  throne, 

Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall ; 
And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 

His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heav'n,  their  all. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  His  head, 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise. 
And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  th'  assemblies  of  the  skies.. 

4  He  smiles, — and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 

To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze; 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  His  everlasting  praise. 

5  There,  all  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lamb 

Shall  join  at  last  the  heav'nly  choir: 
Oh  !  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme. 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire. 

6  Dear  Saviour !  let  Thy  Spirit  seal 

Our  interest  in  that  blissful  place; 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil 
And  we  behold  Thy  lovely  face. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


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' '  Let  all  the  angels  of  God  worship  Him. 
C.  M. 

BEYOND  the  glitt'ring  starry  skies. 
Far  as  th'  eternal  hills. 
There,  in  the  boundless  worlds  of  light 

Our  dear  Redeemer  dwells. 
Legions  of  angels  round  His  throne 
In  countless  armies  shine; 


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At  His  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 
They  offer  songs  divine. 

3  ''Hail,  glorious  Prince  of  Peace,"  they  cry, 

''  Whose  unexampled  love 
Moved  Thee  to  quit  those  blissful  realms, 
And  royalties  above." 

4  Through  all  His  travels  here  below, 

They  did  His  steps  attend : 
Oft  wondering  how,  or  where,  at  last 
This  mystic  scene  would  end. 

5  They  saw  His  heart  transfix'd  with  wounds, 

And  viewed  the  crimson  gore; 
They  saw  Him  break  the  bars  of  death. 
Which  none  e'er  broke  before. 

6  They  brought  His  chariot  from  above. 

To  bear  Him  to  His  throne ; 
Clapped  their  triumphant  wings,  and  cried, 
''The  glorious  work  is  done." 

Dan  I  Turner  and  yanics  Fanch,  1776. 


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** And  suddenly  there  came  a  sound  from  heaven  as  of  a  rushing 

mighty  wind.'''' 
C.  M. 

WHEN  God  of  old  came  down  from  heaven, 
In  power  and  wrath  He  came  \ 
Before  His  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame. 

2  But  when  He  came  the  second  time. 
He  came  in  power  and  love  ; 

Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime 
Hovered  His  holy  Dove. 

3  The  fires  that  rushed  on  Sinai  down 
In  sudden  torrents  dread, 

Now  gently  light  a  glorious  crown 
On  every  sainted  head. 

4  And  as  on  Israel's  awe-struck  ear 
The  voice  exceeding  loud, 

The  trump,  that  angels  quake  to  hear. 
Thrill' d  from  the  deep,  dark  cloud  : 


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5  So,  when  the  Spirit  of  our  God 

Came  down  His  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  heav'n  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing,  mighty  wind. 

6  It  fills  the  Church  of  God  ;  It  fills 

The  sinful  world  around; 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 
No  place  for  It  is  found. 

7  Come  Lord,  come  Wisdom,  Love,  and  Power, 

Open  our  hearts  to  hear ; 
Let  us  not  miss  th'  accepted  hour 

Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear.  John  Keble,  1827. 

^^He  will  reprove  the  world  of  sin,  a7id  of  righteousness,  and  of 

judgment. ' ' 
S.  M. 

OME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise. 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 
And  open  all  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin. 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood. 
And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

4  'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart. 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Dwell  therefore  in  our  hearts, 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 
Then  we  shall  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee  ! 

foseph  Hart,  1759. 

^'But  the  fruit  of  the  Spirit  is  love,  Joy,  peace,  long-sufferings 
gentleness,  good?tess,  faith. ' ' 

55  C.  p.  M. 

OME,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  from  the  realms  of  light  and  love 


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172  WHITSUNDAY. 

Thine  own  bright  rays  impart. 
Come,  Father  of  the  fatherless, 
Come,  Giver  of  all  happiness, 

Come,  Lamp  of  every  heart. 

2  O  Thou,  of  comforters  the  best, 

O  Thou,  the  soul's  most  welcome  guest, 

O  Thou,  our  sweet  repose, 
Our  resting-place  from  life's  long  care. 
Our  shadow  from  the  world's  fierce  glare, 

Our  solace  in  all  woes. 

3  O  Light  divine,  all  light  excelling ; 
Fill  with  Thyself  the  inmost  dwelling 

Of  souls  sincere  and  lowly ; 
Without  Thy  pure  divinity, 
Nothing  in  all  humanity. 

Nothing  is  strong  or  holy. 

4  Wash  out  each  dark  and  sordid  stain ; 
Water  each  dry  and  arid  plain, 

Raise  up  the  bruised  reed. 
Enkindle  what  is  cold  and  chill. 
Relax  the  stiff  and  stubborn  will. 

Guide  those  that  guidance  need. 

5  Give  to  the  good,  who  find  in  Thee  , 
The  Spirit's  perfect  liberty. 

Thy  seven  fold  power  and  love. 
Give  virtue  strength  its  crown  to  win. 
Give  struggling  souls  their  rest  from  sin. 

Give  endless  peace  above. 

Robert  II.  of  France. 

T7'ans.  A.  P.  Stanley,  1873. 

*^ Neither  will  I  hide  my  face  any  more  fro7n  them  :  for  I  have 
poured  out  tny  Spirit  up07i  the  house  of  IsraeL 
L.  M. 

SPIRIT  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love, 
O  shed  Thine  influence  from  above  j 
And  still  from  age  to  age  convey 
The  wonders  of  this  sacred  day. 

2  In  every  clime,  by  every  tongue. 
Be  God's  surpassing  glory  sung  : 
Let  all  the  listening  earth  be  taught 
The  wonders  by  our  Saviour  wrought. 


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3  Unfailing  Comfort,  heavenly  Guide, 
Still  o'er  Thy  holy  Church  preside; 
Still  let  mankind  Thy  blessings  prove, 
Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love. 

R.  W.  Ryle,  1842. 


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By  the  washing  of  regeneration  and  renewing  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

V- 
RACIOUS  Spirit  !   Love  divine  ! 
Let  Thy  light  within  me  shine ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove. 
Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  love. 

2  Speak  Thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God ; 

sWash  me  in  His  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  Thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  Thee  stray. 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine. 
Keep  me,  Lord  !  forever  Thine. 

Johti  Stacker,  1776. 

Mercifully  grant  unto  us  this  same  gift  of  the  Spirit,  to  renew ^ 
illuviinate,  refresh,  and  sanctify  our  dying  souls,  to  be  over 
us  and  around  us  like  the  light  and  dew  of  heaven.'' 

\  L.  M. 

OHOLY  GHOST,  Thy  heav'nly  dew 
The  hearts  of  sinners  can  renew ; 
Thou  dost  within  our  hearts  abide. 
And  still  to  holy  action  guide. 

2  Thou  mak'st  the  soul  with  joy  to  sing 
When  sorrow's  clouds  are  deepening: 
AVith  Jesus  Christ  Thou  mak'st  us  one. 
Earnest  of  heav'n  from  God's  high  throne. 

3  Best  gift  of  God,  and  man's  true  Friend, 
Into  my  inmost  soul  descend  : 
The  mind  of  Jesus  Christ  impart, 
And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  heart. 

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174  WHITSUNDAY. 

4  Teach  me  to  do  my  Father's  will, 
To  lie  beneath  His  guidance  still; 
Lighten  my  mind,  and  O  incline 
My  heart  to  make  His  pleasure  mine. 

5  From  spot  and  blemish  make  me  pure, 
My  future  bliss  in  heaven  secure : 
When  lost  in  darkness,  give  me  light, 

And  cheer  me  through  death's  dreary  night. 

Lavater,  ijjo. 

Trans.  Frances  E.  Cox. 

"  The  Spirit  itself  niaketh  intercession  for  us  with  groanings 
which  cannot  be  uttered. ' ' 

259      _  V. 

/^  RANTED  is  the  Saviour's  prayer; 
Vj"   Hail,  O  gracious  Comforter, 
Promise  of  our  parting  Lord,  ♦ 

To  His  throne  in  heav'n  restored. 

2  God,  the  everlasting  God, 
Makes  with  mortals  His  abode : 
He,  whom  heav'n  cannot  contain, 
Dwelleth  in  the  heart  of  man. 

3  There  He  helps  our  feeble  moans, 
Deepens  our  imperfect  groans; 
Intercedes  in  silence  there. 
Sighs  th'  unutterable  prayer. 

4  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 
Lighten  there  Thy  heav'nly  fire; 
Day  by  day  our  life  renew, 
Thou  the  Gift  and  Giver  too. 

5  Brood  Thou  o'er  our  nature's  night: 
Kindle  darkness  into  light. 
Spread  Thy  overshadowing  wings: 
Order  from  confusion  springs. 

6  Pain,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  cease; 
Thee  we  taste,  and  all  is  peace ; 
Joy  divine  in  Thee  we  prove. 

Light  of  Truth,  and  Fire  of  love.         John  Wesley. 

"  Sending  down  Thy  Holy  Ghost  on  the  day  of  Pentecost  to  estab- 
lish the  Church  as  the  home  of  His  continual  presence 
and  power  among  men.^^ 
^QQ  8^,   7i-,  8  lines. 

WHEN  the  faithful  were  assembled 
On  the  day  of  Pentecost, 


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Rush'd  the  wind,  the  place  it  trembled; 

Came  from  heaven  the  Holy  Ghost ; 
Golden  showers  of  consecration, 

Tongues  of  fire  were  on  them  shed ; 
And  that  holy  dedication 

Made  an  altar  of  each  head. 

2  Now  the  festive  Pentecostal 

Harvest-home  of  souls  they  keep ; 
With  his  sickle  each  apostle 

Whitening  fields  goes  forth  to  reap; 
God  with  holy  flame  from  heaven 

Writes  on  hearts  the  law  of  love ; 
Jubilee  of  sins  forgiven 

Sounds  its  trumpet  from  above. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  Divine  Creator, 

Who  didst  on  the  waters  move; 
Holy  Ghost,  Regenerator, 

Author  of  all  life  and  love ; 
Holy  Ghost,  Illuminator, 

Who  didst  then  with  fire  baptize ; 
Holy  Ghost,  great  Renovator, 

Come,  the  world  evangelize. 

4  With  the  kneeling  congregation. 

Thou  art  in  the  House  of  Prayer ; 
Laver  of  regeneration 

Is  o'ershadowed  by  Thee  there; 
Thou  dost  shed  at  Confirmation 

From  Thy  wing  a  gift  of  grace ; 
Eucharistic  celebration 

Has  revealings  of  Thy  face. 

5  Strengthen,  warm,  and  purify  us; 

From  the  bands  of  sin  release ; 
Comfort,  counsel,  sanctify  us ; 

Give  us  love,  and  joy,  and  peace; 
Patience,  faith,  and  resignation 

Breathe  upon  us  with  Thy  breath; 
Give  us  heavenly  consolation 

In  the  solemn  hour  of  death. 

6  So  when  earth  with  fruit  aboundeth, 

And  shall  angel-reapers  see. 
And  the  great  Archangel  soundeth 
God's  eternal  Jubilee, 


176  WHITSUNDAY. 

We  may  join  their  gratulation ; 

To  the  Father  and  the  Son 
And  the  Spirit,  adoration 

Ever  be,  blest  Three  in  One. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 

"By  Thy  glorious  resur7'ection  and  ascension  and  by  the  coming 
of  the  Holy  Ghost j  good  Lord,  deliver  us.'^ 

IS' 

Y  the  first  bright  Easter-day, 

When  the  stone  was  rolled  away  ; 

By  the  glory  round  Thee  shed 
At  Thy  rising  from  the  dead ; 

King  of  glory,  hear  our  cry  ; 

Make  us  soon  Thy  joys  to  see, 
Where  enthroned  in  majesty 

Countless  angels  sing  to  Thee. 

By  Thy  parting  blessing  given, 
As  Thou  didst  ascend  to  heaven  ; 
By  the  cloud  of  living  light 
That  received  Thee  out  of  sight ; 

King  of  glory,  hear  our  cry ;  &c. 

By  that  rushing  sound  of  might 
Coming  down  from  heaven's  height ; 
By  the  cloven  tongues  of  flame 
That  on  Thy  Apostles  came ; 

King  of  glory,  hear  our  cry  ;   &c. 

Only  Victim  we  can  plead. 
Great  High  Priest  to  intercede. 
Showing  that  which  can  alone 
For  the  sin  of  man  atone ; 

Lamb  of  God,  hear  our  cry  ;  &c. 

In  the  dreadful  judgment-day. 
When  the  world  shall  pass  away ; 
Be  the  merciful  decree 
That  our  Friend  the  Judge  shall  be : 

King  of  glory,  hear  our  cry  ;  &c. 

Frederick   W.  Faber. 


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WHITMONDAY. 


'*  Who  through  the  Holy  Ghost  hast  made  Thy  one  catholic  Church 
to  be  the  body  of  Christ. ' ' 

262  ^-  ^• 

C  T  7E  bless  Thee  for  Thy  Church,  O  Lord, 
VV     Called  from  the  world,  and  sealed  Thine  own, 
One  by  the  faith  of  Thy  pure  word, 
By  Thy  baptismal  laver  one. 

2  We  bless  Thee  for  Thy  Church,  where  Thou 

Dost  sanctify  the  soul  from  sin, 
And  cleanse  Thine  image,  marred  till  now, 
By  holy  rite,  from  guilt  within. 

3  We  bless  Thee  for  Thy  Church,  which  sends 

Thy  truth  remotest  tribes  among, 
And  scattered  members  comprehends 
From  every  people,  kindred,  tongue. 

4  We  bless  Thee  for  Thy  Church,  which,  placed 

Aloft,  by  signs  conspicuous  known, 
Is  on  Thine  own  apostles  based, 
And  Jesus  Christ  the  Corner-stone. 

5  We  pray  that  on  that  sacred  site, 

In  symbols  pure,  with  safeguards  true. 
Our  souls  may  evermore  unite. 

And  peace,  by  Thee  ordained,  ensue. 

6  To  Thee  by  saints  in  earth  and  heaven, 

By  seraph-choir  and  angel-host, 
Be  blessing,  honor,  glory  given, 
O  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Hyimi.   Christ. 

''The  Holy  Ghost  fell  on  all  them  which  heard  the  word. 

L.  M. 

O  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God  ! 
In  all  Thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word  ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above. 

Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

M 


178  WHITMONDAY. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  Thy  coming,  light ; 

Confusion,  order  in  Thy  path ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might, 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  O  Spirit  of  the  Lord !   prepare 

All  the  round  earth  her  God  to  meet ; 
Breathe  Thou  abroad  like  morning  air, 
Till  hearts  of  stone  begin  to  beat. 

5  Baptize  the  nations  far  and  nigh ; 

The  triumphs  of  Thy  cross  record ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  Him  Lord. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 

*'  The  love  of  God  is  shed  abroad  in  our  hearts  by  the  Holy  Ghost.^^ 
":^A  C.  M. 

OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove! 
With  all  Thy  quickening  powers  j 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love. 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


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2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues. 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 
And  Thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove ! 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 

And  that  shall  kindle  ours.  Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

*'As  many  as  are  led  by  the  Spirit  of  God,  they  are  the  sons  of 

God:' 
^^^  L.  M. 

OME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Be  Thou  our  Guardian,  Thou  our  Guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 


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2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare  ; 
Lead  to  Thy  word  that  rules  must  give, 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  Thy  way ; 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 

That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  Way, 
Nor  let  us  from  His  precepts  stray  ; 
Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God. 

5  Lead  us  to  heaven  that  we  rnay  share 
Fulness  of  joy  for  ever  there: 

Lead  us  to' God,  our  final  rest, 
To  be  with  Him  for  ever  blest. 

Smion  Browne,  1720,  altered. 


TRINITY  SUNDAY. 


o 


''WJio  hast  made  Thyself  known  in  the  work  of  man' s  redemption 
as  the  mystery  of  the  ever  adorable  Trinity,  Father  Son  and 

Holy  Ghost r 
L.  M. 
HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
_      Bright  in  Thy  deeds  and  in  Thy  name, 
Forever  be  Thy  name  adored. 

Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim ! 

O  Jesus,  Lamb  once  crucified 

To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, 
Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  tide 

Along  the  realms  of  upper  day  ! 

O  Holy  Spirit !   from  above, 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  given. 
Thou  source  of  ecstacy  and  love. 

Thy  praises  ring  through  earth  and  heaven  ! 

O  God  Triune  !   to  Thee  we  owe 

Our  every  thought,  our  every  song ; 
And  ever  may  Thy  praises  flow 

From  saint  and  seraph's  burning  tongue. 

James  Wallis  Eastburne,  18 19. 


iSo  TRINITY   SUNDAY. 

^^  And  they  rest  not  day  and  night,  saying,  Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord 
God  Almighty,  which  was,  and  is,  and  is  to  come. ' ' 

2^7  ^^'^'    ^^^'   ^^^^   ^^^' 

IT  OLY,  Holy,  Holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 
j_      Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  Thee : 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy  !   merciful  and  mighty; 
God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity ! 

2  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  !  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around  the  glassy  sea; 
Cherubim  and  Seraphim  falling  down  before  Thee, 
Which  wert,  and  art,  and  evermore  shalt  be. 

3  Holy,  Holy,  Holy !   though  the  darkness  hide  Thee, 

Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  Thy  glory  may  not  see, 
Only  Thou  art  Holy :   there  is  none  beside  Thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity. 

4  Holy,  Holy,  Holy !   Lord  God  Almighty ! 

All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy  name,  in  earth,  and  sky, 
and  sea : 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy  !   merciful  and  mighty; 
God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity ! 

Reginald  Heber,  1827. 

'*  We  worship  and  adore  Thy  glorious  name,  joining  in  the  song  a^ 

the  Cherubim  and  Seraphim^ 
268  7-f>  Sj-,  ^s,  %s,  7J-,  7^. 

THEE,  O  God,  we  humbly  praise. 
Thee  as  Lord  and  King  confessing ; 
All  the  earth  its  homage  pays : 

Honor,  power,  glory,  blessing, 
Ever  giveth  unto  Thee, 
Father  of  eternity. 

2  All  the  angels  join  the  hymn, 

All  the  powers  of  heaven  replying. 
Cherubim  to  Seraphim, 

With  unwearied  voices  crying: 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
God  of  ho'sts,  be  Thou  adored. 

3  Thee,  the  Apostles'  glorious  choir, 

Prophets  ranked  in  goodly  number, 
Martyrs  robed  in  white  attire. 

Praise,  and  never  sleep  nor  slumber; 
Loud  their  hallelujahs  rise 
Rolling  through  the  vaulted  skies. 


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4  Father !  Thee,  the  Church  doth  own, 

Wide  through  every  land  and  nation, 
With  Thy  true  and  only  Son, 

Worthy  of  all  adoration, 
And  the  Holy  Spirit — Her 
Everlasting  Comforter ! 

5  King,  O  Christ,  ere  time  began 

In  the  Father's  glory  reigning, 
Thou,  to  rescue  fallen  man. 

Neither  birth  nor  death  disdaining, 
Flast  to  all  believers  giv'n 
Entrance  through  the  gate  of  heav'n. 

6  Seated  now  at  God's  right  hand. 

Thou  shalt  come  as  Judge  :   before  Thee 
When  the  quick  and  dead  shall  stand, 

Help  Thy  servants,  we  implore  Thee ; 
Make  them  with  Thy  saints  to  shine. 
In  eternal  glory  Thine. 

7  Save  Thy  people.  Lord,  we  pray ; 

Bless  Thy  heritage  forever ; 
Rule  and  lift  them  up  alway ; 

Thee  we  magnify,  and  never 
Cease  to  praise  Thy  holy  name, 
Through  all  ages  still  the  same. 

8  Lord  !   this  day,  from  every  ill 

Guard  us  till  the  evening  closes ; 
Lord !  have  mercy  on  us  still,  , 

As  in  Thee  our  hope  reposes ; 
All  my  trust  is  stayed  on  Thee, 
Let  me  ne'er  confounded  be.  Ambrose. 

Trans.  Thomas  C.  Porter,  i85g> 

'^To  Thee  all  angels  cry  aloud :  the  heavens  and  all  the 
powers  therein.^ ^ 

T  T  OLY,  Holy,  Holy  Lord, 

Y~\    God  of  Hosts,  Eternal  King, 
By  the  heavens  and  earth  adored  j 
Angels  and  archangels  sing, 
Chanting  everlastingly 
To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

2  Thousands,  tens  of  thousands,  stand, 

Spirits  blest,  before  Thy  throne, 

Speeding  thence  at  Thy  command, 
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1 82  TRINITY    SUNDAY. 

And  when  Thy  behests  are  done, 
Singing  everlastingly 
To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

3  Cherubim  and  Seraphim, 

Veil  their  faces  with  their  wings; 
Eyes  of  angels  are  too  dim 
To  behold  the  King  of  kings, 
While  they  sing  eternally 
To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

4  Thee  apostles,  prophets  Thee, 
Thee  the  noble  martyr-band. 
Praise  with  solemn  jubilee. 
Thee  the  Church  in  every  land; 
Singing  everlastingly 

To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

5  In  Thy  name  baptized  are  we. 
With  Thy  blessing  are  dismiss'd; 
And  thrice-holy  chant  to  Thee 
In  the  holy  Eucharist; 

Life  is  one  Doxology 
To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 

'^Go  ye,  therefore,  a7id  teach  all  nations,  baptizing  them  in  the 
name  of  the  Father,  and  of  the  Son,  and  of  the  Holy  Ghost.''* 

C.  M. 
HOU,  Lord,  baptiz'd  in  Thine  own  blood, 
And  buried  in  the  grave, 
Didst  raise  Thyself  to  endless  life, 
Omnipotent  to  save. 


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2  Baptiz'd  into  Thy  death  we  died, 

Were  buried,  rose  with  Thee  ; 
That  we  might  live  with  Thee  to  God, 
And  ever  blest  may  be. 

3  Thee,  ris'n  in  triumph  from  the  grave, 

Did  Thine  apostles  see ; 
And  hear  Thy  words  :    "  All  power  is  given 
In  heaven  and  earth  to  Me; 

4  '^Go  forth  into  the  world, — Go  forth. 

And  all  evangelize ; 
Go  forth  into  the  world,  and  all 
Into  One  name  baptize." 


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5  O  may  the  world  Thy  temple  be, 
A  living  temple,  Lord  ! 
Growing  in  light,  and  life,  and  love; 
A  paradise  restored  ! 

CJiristopJier  Wordsivorth. 

^^  Reveal  in  us,  we  beseech  Thee,  the  full  power  of  this  faith,  into 
which  we  have  been  planted  by  baptism.^'' 
^■\  C.  M. 

END  lis  Thy  showers  of  grace,  that  we, 
_    Grafted  in  Thee — the  Vine, 
May  there  abide,  and  may  our  lives 
With*golden  fruitage  shine.    • 

2  Baptiz'd  in  Christ  we  died  to"^in, 
And  to  new  life  were  born  ; 

O  may  we  rise,  and  hail  with  joy 
The  Resurrection's  morn. 

3  Baptiz'd  in  Christ  we  put  on  Christ, 
And  then  were  cloth' d  in  light; 

O  may  we  keep  that  garment  pure. 
And  ever  walk  in  white. 

4  So  may  we  stand  with  saints  in  bliss. 
That  white-rob' d  company. 

Before  the  everlasting  throne. 
And  render  thanks  to  Thee. 

5  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  and  Persons  Three, 

Whose  name  we  bear,  in  whom  we  live 
Eternal  glory  be. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 


FIRST  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


o 


^^ Beloved,  let  us  love  one  another ;  for  love  is  of  God.''* 

C.  M. 

UR  God  is  love  :  and  all  His  saints 
His  image  bear  below ; 
The  heart  with  love  to  God  inspir'd, 
With  love  to  man  will  glow. 

O  may  we  love  each  other,  Lord, 

As  we  are  loved  of  Thee : 
For  none  are  truly  born  of  God, 

Who  live  in  enmity. 


184  FIRST    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

3  Heirs  of  the  same  immortal  bliss. 

Our  hopes  and  fears  the  same, 
The  cords  of  love  our  hearts  should  bind. 
The  law  of  love  inflame. 

4  So  shall  the  vain  contentious  world 

Our  peaceful  lives  approve, 
And  wondering  say,  as  they  of  old, 

"  See  how  these  Christians  love."      Thos.  Cotterillf 

^'He  who  loveth  not,  knoweth  not  God ;  for  God  is  love.'' 

SINCE  we  kept  the  Saviour's  birth. 
Half  the  yearly  course  is  flown  ; 
We  have  followed  Him  on  earth, 

We  have  traced  Him  to  His  throne  : 
Grateful  now  we  stand,  and  greet 
Our  salvation  wrought  complete. 

2  What  one  sweetest  flower  and  best 

Decks  the  garden  of  the  Spouse  ? 
What  one  gem  beyond  the  rest 

Sparkles  on  the  Victor's  brows? 
What  one  strain  in  heaven  above 
Swells  the  chorus  ?     God  is  Love  ! 

3  Thou  who  lovedst  us  on  high, 

Looking  from  the  seats  of  bliss. 
Then,  to  take  our  misery, 

Passedst  through  a  world  like  this. 
Of  Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart  ; 
Warm  with  love  each  grateful  heart ! 

4  To  the  brethren  evermore, 

To  the  neighbor  dwelling  by, 
To  the  outcast  at  our  door. 

To  the  needy  when  they  cry, 
Grant  us  each  in  love  to  be 
As  Thy  Church  hath  learned  of  Thee. 

Ncmy  Atford,  1866,  altered. 

*^ Breathe  into  us  that  divine  eharity,  which  is  tlie  fulfilliiig 

of  the  law. ' ' 
L.   M. 

THOU,  descended  from  above. 
The  pure  celestial  fire  impart. 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
On  the  cold  altar  of  my  heart. 


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FIRST    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY.  1 85 

2  There  let  it  for  Thy  glory  burn 

With  inextinguishable  blaze ; 
And,  trembling,  to  its  source  return, 
In  humble  prayer  and  fervent  praise. 

3  Jesus!   confirm  my  heart's  desire 

To  work,  and  speak,  and  think  for  Thee. 
Still  let  me  guard  the  holy  fire. 
And  still  stir  up  Thy  gift  in  me : 

4  Ready  for  all  Thy  perfect  will, 

My  acts  of  faith  and  love  repeat. 
Till  death  Thy  endless  mercies  seal. 
And  make  my  sacrifice  complete. 

Charles  Wesley,  1762,  altered, 

*'  And  this  coimiiandment  have  we  from  JIwi,  that  he  who  loveth 
God  love  his  brother  also. ' ' 
C.  M. 

O  FOUNT  of  good,  to  own  Thy  love 
Our  thankful  hearts  incline: 
What  can  we  render.  Lord,  to  Thee, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine  ? 

2  But  Thou  hast  needy  brethren  here, 
Partakers  of  Thy  grace. 

Whose  names  Thou  wilt  Thyself  confess 
Before  the  Father's  face. 

3  In  each  sad  accent  of  distress 
Thy  pleading  voice  is  heard  ; 

In  them  Thou  may'st  be  clothed  and  fed, 
And  visited  and  cheer' d. 

4  Help  us  then,  Lord,  Thy  yoke  to  wear, 
To  joy  to  do  Thy  will ; 

Each  other's  burdens  gladly  bear. 
And  love's  sweet  law  fulfil. 

5  Thy  face  with  reverence  and  with  love 
We  in  Thy  poor  would  see  j 

And  while  we  minister  to  them. 

Would  do  it  as  to  Thee.  Philip  Doddridge. 

**  Beloved,  if  God  so  loved  us,  we  ought  also  to  love  one  another.''^ 


2T6 


C.  M. 


FATHER  of  mercies,  send  Thy  grace 
All  powerful  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 

The  image  of  Thy  love. 
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1 86  FIRST   SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

2  O  may  our  sympathizing  breast 

That  generous  pleasure  know, 
Freely  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe. 

3  Whene'er  the  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid. 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel. 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  men, 

Enthroned  above  the  skies  j 
And  when  He  saw  their  lost  estate, 
Felt  His  compassion  rise. 

5  Since  Christ,  to  save  our  guilty  souls, 

On  wings  of  mercy  flew, 
We,  whom  the  Saviour  thus  hath  loved. 
Should  love  each  other  too, 

Philip  Doddridge ^  1740,  altered. 


^^ Herein  is  Jove,  not  that  we  loved  God,  but  that  He  loved  us.^^ 

2T7  s.  M. 

OUR  heavenly  Father  calls, 
And  Christ  invites  us  near, 
With  both  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 


2  God  pities  all  our  griefs  j 

He  pardons  every  day  ; 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 

3  How  large  His  bounties  are  ! 

What  various  stores  of  good, 
Diff'used  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  His  blood  ! 

4  Jesus,  our  living  Head  ! 

We  bless  Thy  faithful  care ; 
Our  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  our  Forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart ! 

Here  wait,  my  warmest  love  ! 
Till  the  communion  be  complete 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


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SECOND  SUNDAY  AFTER   TRINITY. 


**We  know  that  we  have  passed  fi'om  death  unto  life,  because  we 

love  the  bi-etJu^en.'"' 

5J78  8^  &  V- 

LORD,  in  Thy  kingdom  there  shall  be 
No  aliens  from  each  other, 
But,  even  as  he  loves  himself 

Each  saint  shall  love  his  brother.  ^ 

2  When  in  Thy  courts  we  meet  below, 

To  mourn  our  sinful  living. 
And  with  one  mingling  voice  repeat 
Confession,  creed,  thanksgiving ; 

3  Make  us  to  hear  in  each  sweet  word 

Thy  Holy  Spirit  calling 
To  union  with  Thy  Church  and  Thee, 
That  heav'nly  bond  forestalling. 

4  One  baptism  and  one  faith  have  we, 

One  Spirit  sent  to  win  us ; 
One  Lord,  one  Father,  and  one  God 
Above,  and  through,  and  in  us. 

5  Never,  by  schism  or  by  sin. 

May  we  this  union  sever, 
Till  all,  to  perfect  stature  grown. 
Are  one  with  Thee  forever. 

Hymn.  Christ. 

^'That  we  should  believe  on  the  name  of  His  Son,  Jesus  Christy 
and  love  o?ie  another. 
S.  M. 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ! 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 


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1 88  SECOND    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love,  and  friendship,  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

John  Fawcett,  1772. 

^^A  cc7'tain  7nan  7nade  a  supper  and  bade  7fiany.^^ 
'js,  6s,  js,  6s,  y,  'js,  'js,  6s. 

JESUS,  Master  of  the  feast ! 
The  feast  itself  Thou  art ; 
Now  receive  Thine  every  guest, 
And  comfort  every  heart  ! 
Give  us  living  bread  to  eat. 

Manna  that  from  heaven  comes  down ; 
See  us  waiting  at  Thy  feet. 
And  make  Thy  favor  known. 

2  In  this  earthly  wilderness 
Thou  hast  a  table  spread. 
Richly  filled  with  every  grace 

Our  fainting  souls  can  need  : 
Still  sustain  us  by  Thy  love. 

Still  Thy  servants'  strength  repair, 
Till  we  reach  Thy  courts  above. 
And  feast  for  ever  there. 

Charles  Wesley,  1745,  altered. 

^ATid  the  bread  which  I  give  is  77iy  flesh  which  I  will  give  for 
the  life  of  the  worlds 

C.  M. 

ET  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word, 
Tis  He  our  souls  hath  fed ; 
Thou  art  our  living  Stream,  O  Lord, 
And  Thou  th'  immortal  Bread. 


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2  Blest  be  the  Lord  that  gives  His  flesh, 

To  nourish  dying  men  ; 
And  often  spreads  His  table  fresh, 
Lest  we  should  faint  again. 

3  Our  souls  shall  draw  their  heavenly-  breath 

Whilst  Jesus  finds  supplies  ; 
Nor  shall  our  graces  sink  to  death, 
For  Jesus  never  dies. 

4  The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death. 
Who  saves  by  His  redeeming  Word 
And  new-creating  breath. 

Isaac  Watts. 

^^ I  dwell  in  the  high  and  holy  place ^  with  him  also  that  is  of  a  con- 
trite and  humble  spirit, ' ' 

282  c.  M. 

MY  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art, 
Thy  majesty  how  bright ; 
How  beautiful  Thy  mercy-seat. 
In  depths  of  burning  light. 

2  How  dread  are  Thine  eternal  years, 

O  everlasting  Lord ; 
By  saints  and  angels  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored. 

3  O  how  I  fear  Thee,  living  God, 

With  deepest,  tenderest  fears ; 
And  worship  Thee  with  trembling  hope,] 
And  penitential  tears. 

4  Yet  I  may  love  Thee  too,  O  Lord, 

Almighty  as  Thou  art, 
For  Thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

5  No  earthly  father  loves  like  Thee, 

No  mother,  e'er  so  mild, 
Bears  and  forbears  as  Thou  hast  done 
With  me  Thy  sinful  child. 

6  Father  of  Jesus,  love's  Reward  ! 

What  rapture  will  it  be 
Prostrate  before  Thy  throne  to  lie 
And  gaze,  and  gaze  on  Thee  ? 

Frederick  W.  Faber,  1849. 


190  THIRD    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

^^ Shine  powerfully  into  our  hearts  by  Thy  Spirit,  and  draw  us  with 
the  cords  of  Thy  constraining  grace. ' ' 
J3  L.  M. 

AMIDST  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears, 
A  world  of  cares,  and  toils,  and  tears, 
Where  foes  alarm,  and  dangers  threat. 
And  pleasures  kill,  and  glories  cheat : 

2  Send  down,  O  Lord  !  a  heavenly  ray. 
To  guide  me  in  the  doubtful  way; 
And  o'er  me  hold  Thy  shield  of  power. 
To  guard  me  in  the  dang'rous  hour. 

3  Teach  me  the  flatt'ring  paths  to  shun. 
In  which  the  thoughtless  many  run, 
Who  for  a  shade  the  substance  miss. 
And  grasp  their  ruin  in  their  bliss. 

4  May  never  pleasure,  wealth,  or  pride. 
Allure  my  wand'ring  soul  aside; 
But  through  this  maze  of  mortal  ill, 
Safe  lead  me  to  Thy  heav'nly  hill. 

5  There  glories  shine,  and  pleasures  roll. 
That  charm,  delight,  transport  the  soul, 
And  every  longing  wish  shall  be 
Possess' d  of  boundless  bliss  in  Thee. 

Unit.  Coll. 

THIRD  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


^^  There  is  Joy  in  the  pre  seize  e  of  the  angels  over  one  sinner 
that  repenteth. ' ' 

7i-. 

WHEN,  this  goodly  world  to  frame, 
Th'   Lord  of  might  and  mercy  came. 
Shouts  of  joy  were  heard  on  high, 
And  the  stars  sang  from  the  sky  : 

2  When  of  love  the  midnight  beam 
Dawn'd  on  the  towers  of  Bethlehem, 
Then,  along  the  echoing  hill, 
Angels  sang  ;    "  On  earth  good  will." 

3  When  the  sheep,  that  went  astray, 
Turns  again  to  Zion's  way ; 
When  the  soul,  by  grace  subdued. 
Sobs  its  prayer  of  gratitude ; 


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Then  the  heav'nly  hosts  above, 
Filled  with  holy  joy  and  love, 
Strike  the  loud  and  rapt'rous  strain 
From  their  golden  harps  again. 

Reginald  Heber,  altered. 


*'  He  was  lost  and  is  found. ' ' 
S.  M. 

HARK,  through  the  courts  of  heaven 
Voices  of  angels  sound, 
*'  He  that  was  dead  now  lives  again, 
He  that  was  lost  is  found  ! ' ' 

2  God  of  unfailing  grace. 

Send  down  Thy  Spirit  now. 
Raise  the  dejected  soul  to  hope, 
And  make  the  lofty  bow. 

3  In  countries  far  from  home. 

On  earthly  husks  we  feed  ; 
Back  to  our  Father's  home,  O  Lord, 
Our  wandering  footsteps  lead. 

4  Then  at  each  soul's  return 

The  heavenly  harp  shall  sound, 
*'  He  that  was  dead  now  lives  again. 
He  that  was  lost  is  found  1 ' ' 

Heftry  Alford,  1844. 

**  ]f  we  walk  in  the  light  as  He  is  in  the  light,  we  have  fellow- 
ship one  with  another.'''' 

286  c.  p.  M. 

MAY  we  Thy  precepts,  Lord,  fulfil. 
To  do  on  earth  our  Father's  will. 
As  angels  do  above. 
To  walk  in  Christ,  the  living  Way, 
With  all  Thy  children,  and  obey 
The  law  of  Christian  love. 

2  So  may  we  join  Thy  name  to  bless, 
Thy  grace  adore,  Thy  power  confess. 

From  sin  and  strife  to  flee : 
One  is  our  calling,  one  our  name. 
The  end  of  all  our  hope  the  same, 
A  crown  of  life  with  Thee. 


192  THIRD   SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

3  Spirit  of  life,  of  joy,  and  peace. 
Unite  our  hearts,  our  joy  increase; 

Thy  gracious  help  supply  : 
To  every  soul  the  blessing  give, 
In  Christian  fellowship  to  live. 

In  joyful  hope  to  die.  Edward  Osier. 


^^  Pei'fect  and  fulfil  in  us  the  work  of  Thy  converting  grace  J** 
\  L.   M. 

MY  Hope,  my  All,  my  Saviour  Thou ! 
To  Thee,  lo  !  now  my  soul  I  bow ; 
I  feel  the  bliss  Thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  Thee,  Saviour  !   in  my  heart. 

2  Be  Thou  my  Strength,  be  Thou  my  Way ; 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day : 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide. 
And  keep  me.  Saviour  !  near  Thy  side. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me  j 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be : 
And  if  I  would  from  Thee  depart. 
Then  clasp  me.  Saviour !  to  Thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour. 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power; 
Tear  every  idol  from  Thy  throne. 
And  reign,  my  Saviour  !   reign  alone.  ■ 

5  My  suffering  time  will  soon  be  o'er ; 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more ; 
My  ransomed  soul  shall  soar  away, 
To  sing  Thy  praise  in  endless  day. 


^^  Casting  all  your  care  upon  Him  for  He  careih  for  you. 

ATHER  of  eternal  grace  ! 
Glorify  Thyself  in  me ; 
Meekly  beaming  in  my  face. 
May  the  world  Thine  image  see. 


F 


3  Happy  only  in  Thy  love, 

Poor,  unfriended,  or  unknown  ; 
Fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above, 
Stay  my  heart  on  Thee  alone. 


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3  Humble,  holy,  all-resigned 

To  Thy  will,— Thy  will  be  done  !— 
Give  me.  Lord  !  the  perfect  mind 
Of  Thy  well-beloved  Son. 

4  Counting  gain  and  glory  loss, 

May  I  tread  the  path  He  trod ; 
Die  with  Jesus  on  the  cross, 

Rise  with  Him,  to  Thee,  my  God ! 

yames  Montgomery ,  1808. 

'^Are  they  not  all  jninistermg  spirits,  sent  forth  to  minister  for 
them  who  shall  be  heirs  of  salvation  ? ' ' 
C.  M. 
IVE  us,  O  Lord,  the  eye  of  faith 
The  inner  world  to  see, 
Then,  holy  angels  we  shall  view 
And  their  blest  ministry. 

2  iVngelic  faces  we  shall  see, 

Angelic  wings  o'erspread 
Above  Thy  holy  altar.  Lord, 
And  Thee,  the  living  Bread. 

3  And  we  shall  hear  angelic  harps, 

And  heav'nly  minstrelsy. 
When  one  repenting  sinner  turns 
With  contrite  heart  to  Thee. 

4  And  when  we  see  the  deepening  calm, 

And  watch  the  quiv'ring  breath 
That  trembles  on  the  lips  in  prayer 
Of  holy  saints  in  death ; 

5  Then  angel-ministers  will  be 

Unveiled  to  our  eyes. 
Waiting  to  waft  the  faithful  soul 
In  peace  to  Paradise. 

6  O  give  us  grace  as  angels  here 

To  live  in  holy  love  ; 
That  the  last  trump  may  summon  us 
To  bliss  with  them  above. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 

*^0  God,  the  Lord,  strong  to  deliver  and  mighty  to  save,  who 

hast  been  the  refuge  and  dwelling-place  of  Thy  people 

in  all  generations . ' ' 

290  LM 

HEALTH  of  the  weak,  to  make  them  strong  ! 
Refuge  of  sinners,  and  their  song  ! 

17  N 


194  FOURTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

Comfort  of  each  afflicted  breast ! 
Haven  of  hope  in  reahiis  of  rest ! 

2  Lord  of  the  patriarchs  gone  before  ! 
Light  of  the  prophets'  learned  lore  ! 
Deign  from  Thy  throne  to  look  on  me. 
And  hear  my  lowly  Litany. 

3  Lead  me,  O  Spirit,  to  the  Son, 

To  taste  and  feel  what  He  has  done : 
To  lay  me  low  before  His  cross, 
And  reckon  all  besides  as  dross ; 

4  To  speak,  and  think,  and  will,  and  move, 
And  love,  as  Thou  would 'st  have  me  love :   . 
O,  look  upon  this  bended  knee. 

And  hear  my  heart's  own  Litany. 

Matthew  Brydges. 


FOURTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


X 


^^For  I  reckon  that  the  sufferings  of  this  present  time  are  not 
worthy  to  be  compared  with  the  glory  which  shall  be  revealed  in  us. 

Zs,  ys. 

ESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 

All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee; 
Destitute,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 

Perish  every  fond  ambition. 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 

Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

Go,  then  earthly  fame  and  treasure ! 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  ! 
In  Thy  service  pain  is  pleasure. 

With  Thy  favor,  loss  is  gain  ! 

I  have  called  Thee,  Abba,  Father ! 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  Thee  ! 
Storms  may  howl  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 


FOURTH    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY.  1 9$ 

6  Oh  !   'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
Oh  !   'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee. 

7  Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station. 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 

8  Haste  then  on  from  grace  to  glory. 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1833. 

^^ My  grace  is  sufficient  for  thee.'' 
6s  &  4^-. 

MY  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Saviour  divine ; 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
O  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  Thine  ! 

2  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  Thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day. 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll; 
Blest  Saviour !  then  in  love 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
0  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul.  J^ay  Pahner,  1830. 


196  FOURTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

"  Vouchsafe  unto  us  such  an  abiding  sense  of  the  reality  and  glory 

of  those  thifigs  which  Thou  hast  prepared  for  them  that 

love  Thee,  as  may  serve  to  raise  us  above  the 

va?iify  of  this  prese7it  world. ' ' 

293  _  ^^'  7^'  ^^'  ^^'  7-f'  7-5-. 

,N  the  fount  of  life  eternal 
Gazing  wistful  and  athirst ; 
Yearning,  straining,  from  the  prison 

Of  confining  flesh  to  burst ; 
Here  the  soul  an  exile  sighs 
For  her  native  Paradise. 


o 


Who  can  paint  that  lovely  city, 

City  of  true  peace  divine, 
Whose  pure  gates  forever  open 

Each  in  pearly  splendor  shine ; 
Whose  abodes  of  glory  clear 
Nought  defiling  cometh  near  ? 

There  no  stormy  winter  rages  ; 

There  no  scorching  summer  glows ; 
But  through  one  perennial  spring-tide, 

Blooms  the  lily  with  the  rose ; 
And  the  Lamb,  with  purest  ray, 
Scatters  round  eternal  day. 

There  the  saints  of  God,  resplendent 

As  the  sun  in  all  his  might, 
Evermore  rejoice  together, 

Crowned  with  diadems  of  light ; 
And  from  peril  safe  at  last, 
Reckon  up  their  triumphs  past. 

There  in  strains  harmonious  blending. 
They  their  sweetest  anthems  sing ; 

And,  on  harps  divinely  thrilling. 
Glorify  their  glorious  King  ; 

Aided  by  whose  arm  of  might. 

They  were  victors  in  the  fight. 

Look,  O  Jesus,  on  Thy  soldiers. 

Worn  and  wounded  in  the  fight ; 
Grant,  O  grant  us,  rest  for  ever, 

In  Thy  beatific  sight ; 
And  Thyself  our  guerdon  be 
Through  a  long  eternity. 

E.  Caswall. 


FOURTH    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY. 


197 


*'If  SO  be  that  we  suffer  with  Him,  that  we  may  be  also  glofified 

together. ' ' 

S.  M. 
H,  what,  if  we  are  Christ's, 
Is  earthly  shame  or  loss  ? 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 
;.  Bitter  the  cup  of  woe. 
When  martyred  saints,  baptized  in  blood, 

Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now. 
Boundless  their  joy  above. 

Where  on  the  bosom  of  their  God 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours, 
Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 

All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here ; 

5  Enough,  if  Thou  at  last 
The  word  of  blessing  give, 

And  let  us  rest  m  Thine  own  home, 
Where  saints  and  angels  live. 

Henry  W.  Baker,  1852. 


295 


^^For  we  know  that  the  whole  creation  groaneth  and  travaileth 

in  pai7i  together  until  now. ' ' 

C.  M. 

IGHT  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart, 
Star  of  the  coming  day  ! 
Arise,  and  with  Thy  morning  beams 
Chase  all  our  griefs  away  ! 


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2  Come,  blessed  Lord  !  let  every  shore 

And  answering  island  sing 
The  praises  of  Thy  royal  Name, 
And  own  Thee  as  their  King. 

3  Bid  the  whole  earth,  responsive  now 

To  the  bright  world  above, 
Break  forth  in  sweetest  strains  of  joy 
In  memory  of  Thy  love. 
17* 


198  FIFTH    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY. 

4  Jesus  !   Thy  fair  creation  groans, 

The  air,  the  earth,  the  sea, 
In  unison  with  all  our  hearts. 
And  calls  aloud  for  Thee. 

5  Thine  was   the   cross  with   all   its   fruits 

Of  grace  and  peace  divine  : 
Be  Thine  the  crown  of  glory  now, 
The  palm  of  victory  Thine  ! 

Edward  Denny,  1 848. 

^^Be  ye  therefore  merciful,  as  your  Father  also  is  mercful.'^ 

16  C.  M. 

WHAT  grace,  O  Lord,   and   beauty   shone 
Around  Thy  steps  below  ; 
What  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 
Thy  life  and  death  of  woe  ! 

2  For  ever  on  Thy  burdened  heart 
A  weight  of  sorrow  hung, 

Yet  no  ungentle  murmuring  word 
Escaped  Thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile. 
Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove ; 

Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still. 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  O  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  Thee, 
Like  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  grieve 

Far  more  for  other's  sins  than  all 
The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  Thyself,  may  every  eye 
In  us,  Thy  brethren,  see 

The  gentleness  and  grace  that  spring 
From  union,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

Edward  Denny,  1839. 

FIFTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


^^Catise  TJiy  Omrch  to  arise  a7id  shine,  O  Lord,  and  let  her 
?ni?tiste?'S  be  clothed  with  righteousness  and  salvation. 


297 


L.  M. 

O   GUARDIAN  of  the  Church  divine, 
The  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  are  Thine, 
And  kindled  by  Thy  hidden  fires 
The  soul  to  highest  aims  aspires. 


FIFTH    SUNDAY    AFTER    TRINITY.  1 99 

2  Thy  ministers,  O  Lord,  endue 
With  wisdom,and  their  zeal  renew; 
Turn  all  their  weakness  into  might, 

O  Thou  the  source  of  life  and  light.     ; 

3  Spirit  of  truth,  on  us  bestow 

The  faith  in  all  its  power  to  know  ; 
That  with  the  saints  of  ages  gone, 
And  those  to  come,  we  may  be  one. 

4  Protect  Thy  Church  from  every  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love,  bestow  ; 
Convert  the  world,  make  all  confess 
Thy  mercy,  truth,  and  righteousness. 

T.  Chamberlain,  altered^ 


^^  Even  as  Chi'ist  also  loved  the  Church,  and  gave  Himself  for  it,''* 

6s. 

E  love  the  place,  O  God, 
Wherein  Thine  honor  dwells; 
The  joy  of  Thine  abode 
All  earthly  joy  excels. 

2  It  is  the  House  of  prayer, 
Wlierein  Thy  servants  meet ; 

And  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  there 
Thy  chosen  flock  to  greet. 

3  We  love  the  sacred  font ; 
For  there  the  Holy  Dove 

To  pour  is  ever  wont 
His  blessing  from  above. 

4  We  love  Thine  altar,  Lord  ; 
O  what  on  earth  so  dear? 

For  there,  in  faith  adored. 
We  find  Thy  presence  near. 

5  We  love  the  word  of  life. 
The  word  that  tells  of  peace, 

Of  comfort  in  the  strife, 
And  joys  that  never  cease. 

6  We  love  to  sing  below 
For  mercies  freely  given  ; 

And  O  !  we  long  to  know 
The  triumph-song  of  heaven. 


200  FIFTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

7  Lord  Jesus,  give  us  grace 

On  earth  to  love  Thee  more, 
In  heaven  to  see  Thy  face, 
And  with  Thy  saints  adore. 

W.  H.  Bullock,  1854. 

*^  Finally  he  ye  all  of  one  mind,  having  compassion  one  of  another.' 
)  IS. 

JESUS,  Lord,  we  look  to  Thee, 
'  Let  us  in  Thy  name  agree  ; 
Show  Thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Bid  all  strife  forever  cease. 

2  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind, 
Lowly,  meek,  in  thought  and  word, 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

3  Let  us  for  each  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear. 
To  Thy  Church  the  pattern  give, 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

4  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide : 
All  the  depths  of  love  express. 
All  the  heights  of  holiness.  Charles   Wesley. 

Love  as  brethren,  be  pitiful,  be  courteous.^  ^ 
C.  M. 
ORD,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee, 

And  plead  to  be  forgiven. 

So  let  Thy  life  our  pattern  be. 
And  form  our  souls  for  heaven. 

2  Help  us,  through  good  report  and  ill. 
Our  daily  cross  to  bear. 

Like  Thee,  to  do  our  Father's  will, 
Our  brethren's  griefs  to  share. 

3  Let  grace  our  selfishness  expel. 
Our  earthliness  refine, 

And  kindness  in  our  bosoms  dwell. 
As  free  and  true  as  Thine 

4  If  joy  shall  at  Thy  bidding  fly, 
And  griefs  dark  day  come  on, 

We,  in  our  turn,  would  meekly  cry 
Father  !  Thy  will  be  done  ! 


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5  Should  friends  misjudge,  or  foes  defame, 
Or  brethren  faithless  prove, 

Then,  like  Thine  own,  be  all  our  aim 
To  conquer  them  by  love. 

6  Kept  peaceful  in  the  midst  of  strife, 
Forgiving  and  forgiven, 

O  may  we  lead  the  pilgrim's  life, 
And  follow  Thee  to  heaven. 

yoJm  Hampden  Gurmy,  1838. 

**  Who  shall  separate  us  from  the  love  of  Christ  /" 

S.  M. 

DEAR  Saviour,  we  are  Thine 
By  everlasting  bands  ; 
Our  hearts,  our  souls,  we  would  resign 
Entirely  to  Thy  hands. 

2  To  Thee  we  still  would  cleave 

With  ever-growing  zeal ; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
O  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  Thee,  our  Head  ; 
Shall  form  us  to  Thine  image  bright, 
And  teach  Thy  paths  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay  : 
But   love  shall  keep  us  near  Thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one. 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
If  He  in  heaven  has  fixed  His  throne, 
He'll  fix  His  members  there. 

P.  Doddridge. 

^^  O  pray  for  the  peace  of  Jerusalem  :  they  shall  prosper  that 

love  Thee.^^ 

302  s.  M. 

I  LOVE  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  Thine  abode ;  • 

The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  sav'd 
With  His  own  precious  blood. 


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2  I  love  Thy  Church,  O  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  Thee  stand. 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ;  * 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  : 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  giv'n, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heav'nly  ways  , 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  Thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe. 
Shall  great  deliv' ranee  bring. 

6  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can   yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

Timothy  Dwight,  i8oo. 

^^For  the  eyes  of  the  Lord  are  over  the  righteous.''^ 

S.  M. 

MY  spirit  on  Thy  care. 
Blest  Saviour,  I  recline, 
Thou  wilt  not  lead  me  to  despair. 
For  Thou  art  love  divine. 

2  In  Thee  I  place  my  trust ; 
On  Thee  I  calmly  rest ; 

I  know  Thee  good — I  know  Thee  just. 
And  count  Thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'er  events  betide. 
Thy  will  They  all  perform ; 

Safe  in  Thy  breast  my  head  I  hide 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall, 
It  must  be  good  for  me ; 

Secure  of  having  Thee  in  all. 
Of  having  all  in  Thee. 

Hejiry  Fraticis  Lyte,    1834. 


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SIXTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 

f '  For  whether  we  live,  we  live  unto  the  Lord;  and  whether  we 
die,  we  die  unto  the  Lord^ 
S.   M. 
ESUS  !  I  live  to  Thee, 
The  loveliest  and  best ; 
'My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
In  Thy  blest  love  I  rest. 

2  Jesus  !  I  die  to.  Thee, 

Whenever  death  shall  come; 
To  die  in  Thee,  is  life  to  me. 
In  my  eternal  home. 

3  Whether  to  live  or  die, 

I  know  not  which  is  best ; 
To  live.in  Thee,  is  bliss  to  me, 
To  die  is  endless  rest. 

•  5  Living  or  dying.  Lord, 
I  ask  but  to  be  Thine ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me 
Makes  heaven  forever  mine. 

Henry  Harbaugh, 

'^  Therefore  we  are  buried  with  him  by  baptism  into  deaths 

305  '"''^ 

O  LOVING  Jesus,  for  us  crucified. 
We,  who  are  Thine,  together  with  Thee  died  j 
We,  Lord,  with  Thee  were  buried  in  the  grave, 
When  Thy  baptismal  waters  us  did  lave. 

2  O  mighty  Jesus,  who  for  us  art  risen. 

We,  who  are  Thine,  then  rose  from  sin's  dark  prison; 
AVe,  by  Thy  help,  death's  iron  bars  did  break, 
New  life  is  ours,  and  glory,  for  Thy  sake. 

3  O  Conqueror  Jesus,  who  art  mounted  high. 
Bearing  with  Thee  Thy  members  to  the  sky. 
Lift  us,  O  lift  us,  in  Thy  glorious  flight. 
From  earth  to  realms  of  everlasting  light. 

4  O  King  of  glory,  from  Thy  throne  above 
Who  didst  the  Spirit  send  of  peace  and  love , 
His  silver  wings  a  heavenward  course  will  hold  ; 
Give  us  those  wings,  and  feathers  as  of  gold. 


20  [  SIXTH    SUNDAY    AFTER    TRINITY. 

5   O  God  Triune,  baptiz'd  in  Thy  dear  name, 
We  pray  for  heavenly  light  and  holy  flame, 
That  firm  in  faith,  and  walking  in  Thy  love, 
We  may  Thee  ever  praise  in  bliss  above. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 

^^  Likewise  reckon  ye  also  yourselves  to  be  dead  indeed  unto  sin.^^ 

C.  M. 
iROUGHT  to  the  font  with  holy  care, 
And  washed  from  nature's  shame, 
We  join  the  flock  of  Christ,  and  bear 
The  Christian's  sacred  name. 

Blest  privilege  !  but  all  in  vain 

Our  new  and  heavenly  birth, 
If  we  the  truth  of  God  profane, 

And  cleave  to  things  of  earth. 

Lord,  since  Thy  holy  name  we  bear, 

Like  sons  we  would  obey, 
Mark  Thy  commands  with  filial  fear, 

And  keep  Thy  perfect  way. 

So,  Lord,  the  inward  grace  impart, 

And  bless  the  outward  sign. 
That  love,  abiding  in  our  heart, 

In  all  our  life  may  shine.  Edward  Osier, 

^'Let  this  grace  reign  iji  us,  as  the  power  of  a  new  heavenly  life.^ 

L.  M. 

GOD  of  all  power,  and  truth,  and  grace. 
Which  shall  from  age  to  age  endure  ; 
Whose  word,  when  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass, 
Remains  and  stands  forever  sure  j 

That -I  Thy  mercy  may  proclaim. 

That  all  mankind  Thy  truth  may  see ; 

Hallow  Thy  great  and  glorious  name, 
And  perfect  holiness  in  me. 

Purge  me  from  every  sinful  blot, 

My  idols  all  be  cast  aside, 
Cleanse  me  from  every  sinful  thought, 

From  all  the  filth  of  self  and  pride. 

Give  me  a  new,  a  perfect  heart. 

From  doubt,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  free ; 

The  mind  which  was  in  Christ  impart. 
And  let  my  spirit  cleave  to  Thee. 


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''^Except  your  righteous ftess  shall  exceed  the  righteousness  of  the 
Scribes  and  Pharisees,  ye  shall  in  no  case  enter  into  the 
kingdom  of  heaven. 
L.  M. 

"  O  more,  my  God  !   I  boast  no  more, 
_         Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

2  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  His  name. 
What  was  my  gain,  I  count  but  loss; 

My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame. 
And  nail  my  glory  to  His  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must,  and  will,  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake ; 

Oh !   may  my  soul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  His  righteousness  parta,ke. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  Thy  throne ; 

But  faith  can  answer  Thy  demands. 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  "done. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

*^And  they  shall  be  mine,  saith  the  Lord  of  Hosts,  in  that  day 
when  I  make  up  my  jewels. ' ' 

HINE  for  ever  !   God  of  love. 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above ; 
Thine  for  ever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 


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2  Thine  for  ever  !  Lord  of  life, 
Shield  us  through  our  earthly  strife : 
Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

3  Thine  for  ever  !   O  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  Thee  their  rest ; 
Saviour,  Guardian,  heavenly  Friend, 
O  protect  us  to  the  end. 

4  Thine  for  ever  !   Saviour,  keep 
These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care 

Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 


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5  Thine  for  ever  !  Thou  our  Guide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven, 
Led  by  Thee  from  earth  to  heaven. 

Mary  Fawlcr  Maude,  1848. 


SEVENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


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'*  But  now  being  made  free  from  sin,  and  become  servajits  to   God, 
ye  have  your  fi-uit  unto  holiness. ' ' 

C.   M. 
THOU,  the  Lord  and  Life  of  those 
_      Who  rest  their  hope  in  Thee; 
Whose  love,  from  everlasting  woes, 
Hath  set  Thy  people  free  ; 

2  Thine  agony  and  death  display 
The  curse  our  guilt  should  bear, 

Thy  resurrection  points  the  way 
To  bliss  that  we  may  share. 

3  To  Thee,  O  Lord,  we  lift  our  heart, 
Thy  mercy  we  implore; 

Help  us  to  choose  the  better  part. 
And  go,  and  sin  no  more. 

4  Help  us  the  Saviour  to  confess, 
In  whom  our  life  we  see ; 

And  oh  !  may  fruits  of  holiness 
Prove  that  we  live  to  Thee. 

IV.  y.  Hairs  Collection. 

But  the  gift  of  God  is  eternal  life  through  Jesus  Christ,  our 

Lord.'' 
S.  M. 

O  God  the  only  wise, 
_     Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

'Tis  His  Almighty  love. 

His  counsel  and  His  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 

And  every  hurtful  snare. 

He  will  present  our  souls. 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  His  face, 

With  joys  divinely  great. 


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4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  before  the  throne, 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  His  grace, 
And  make  His  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  and  power  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 

And  never-ending  songs.         Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

**  Cause  the  comfort  of  Thy  heavenly  grace  to  abound  in  us,  as  the 

earnest  and  pledge  of  Joys  to  co?ne. ' ' 

C.  M. 

ATHER  !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise : 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 
From  every  murmur  free ; 

The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  let  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope,  that  Thou  art  mine. 
My  path  of  life  attend ; 

Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 

And  crown  my  journey's  end.        Anne  Steele,  1760. 

*'  He  that  eateth  Me,  even  he  shall  live  by  Afe^ 
L.  M. 

JESUS,  Thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts. 
Thou  Fount  of  life,  Thou  Light  of  men. 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts. 
We  turn  unfilled  to  Thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood ; 
Thou  savest  those  that  on  Thee  call ; 
To  them  that  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  good 
To  them  that  find  Thee,  All  in  all. 

'3  We  taste  Thee,  O  Thou  living  Bread, 
And  long  to  feast  upon  Thee  still : 
We  drink  of  Thee,  the  Fountain-head, 
And  thirst  our  souls  from  Thee  to  fill. 

4  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  Thee, 
Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast; 

Glad,  when  Thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  Thee  fast. 


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5   O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay ! 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright : 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away, 
Shed  o'er  the  world  Thy  holy  light. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux,  1153. 

Trans.    Ray  Palmer,  iSj8. 

" T/iis  is  that  bread  which  came  dowti  fro?n  heave ?i.^^ 
ys  &  6s,   8  tines. 

O  BREAD,  to  pilgrims  given, 
O  Food,  that  angels  eat, 
O  Manna,  sent  from  heaven, 

For  heaven-born  natures  meet ! 
Give  us,  for  Thee  long  pining, 

To  eat  till  richly  filled ; 
Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 
Our  every  wish  is  stilled. 

2  O  Water,  life-bestowing, 
From  out  the  Saviour's  heart ! 

A  fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  fount  of  love  Thou  art ; 
Oh  !  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage  ! 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Jesus  !   this  feast  receiving, 
We  Thee  unseen  adore ; 

Thy  faithful  word  believing, 

We  take,  and  doubt  no  more ; 
Give  us.  Thou  true  and  loving  1 

On  earth  to  live  in  Thee ; 
Then,  death  the  veil  removing. 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see. 

Latin  Hyjnn. 

Trans.  Ray  Palmtr,  iSj8. 


EIGHTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


*^My  meditation  of  Him  shall  be  sweet. 
«2t  ^  C.  M. 

Y  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend  ! 
_    When  I  begin  Thy  praise. 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end  : 
The  numbers  of  Thy  grace  ? 


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2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
And  since  I  knew  Thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  Thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  Thy  strength 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  Thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  Thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  of  my  King! 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell. 
Shall  Thy  salvation  sing. 

6  My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
His  death  hath  brought  my  foes  to  shame. 
And  saved  me  by  His  blood. 

7  Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  powers, 

With  this  delightful  song, 
I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

Isaac  Watt  J,  1^19. 

^^  But  ye  have  received  the  Spirit  of  adoption^  whereby  we  cry, 

Abba  Father:' 

C.  M. 

OVEREIGN  of  all  the  worlds  on  high. 
Allow  my  humble  claim ; 
Nor,  while  a  worm  would  raise  its  head. 
Disdain  a  Father's  name. 


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a  My  Father,  God  !   how  sweet  the  sound  ! 
How  tender,  and  how  dear  ! 
Not  all  the  harmony  of  heav'n 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 

On  my  expanding  heart, 
And  show  that  in  Jehovah's  grace 

I  share  a  filial  part. 
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2IO  EIGHTH    SUNDAY    AFTER    TRINITY. 

4  Cheered  by  a  signal  so  divine, 
Unwav'ring,  I  believe; 
And  Abba,  Father,  humbly  cry, 
Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 

P.  Doddridge. 

'^And  if  children,  then  heirs  ;  heirs  of  God,  and  joint  heirs 

with  Christ.''^ 

7s. 

BLESSED  are  the  sons  of  God ; 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood. 
They  are  ransom' d  from  the  grave, 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have. 

2  They  are  justified  by  grace. 
They  enjoy  a  solid  peace; 

All  their  sins  are  washed  away, 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace 
In  the  works  of  righteousness  ! 
Born  of  God,  they  hate  all  sin, 
God's  pure  word  remains  within. 

4  They  have  fellowship  with  God, 
Through  the  Mediator's  blood  ; 
One  with  God,  through  Jesus  one, 
Glory  is  in  them  begun. 

5  They  alone  are  truly  blest ; 

Heirs  with  God,  joint  heirs  with  Christ ; 
They  with  love  and  peace  are  fill'd. 
They  are  by  His  Spirit  sealed. 

yos.  Himiphreys,  1743. 

^'For  as  many  as  are  led  by  the  Spirit  of  God,  they  are  the  sons 

of  God.'' 
C.  M. 

THE  whole  creation  groans  and  waits 
Till  we,  who  love  Thee,  Lord,  V 

Shall  stand  within  Thy  temple  gates, 
And  shine — the  sons  of  God. 

2  The  sons  of  God, — how  bright  they  shine  ! 
No  mortal  eye  can  see ; 
We  sinners  shall  be  made  divine  ! 
We  shall  be  one  with  Thee  ! 


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One  with  the  Lord  and  all  His  saints ! 

Thy  nature  in  our  own  ! 
Thy  crown  our  rich  inheritance  ! 

Heirs  to  Thy  royal  throne  ! 

Thy  throne  no  joy  to  us  would  bring, 
If  we  from  Thee  were  riven ; 

For  all  our  joy  is  in  our  King, 
And  Thou  art  all  our  heaven. 


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*'  We  will  be  glad  a?td  rejoice  in  Thee  ;  we  will  remember  Thy 

lover 
S.  M. 

Y  God  !  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  Thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail, 
To  taste  Thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty  fainting  soul 
Thy  mercy  doth  implore  ; 

Not  travelers  in  desert  lands, 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  For  life,  without  Thy  love. 
No  relish  can  afford  : 

No  joy  can  be  compared  to  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

4  In  wakeful  hours  at  night, 
I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 

I  think  how  wise  Thy  counsels  are, 
And  all  Thy  dealings  kind. 

5  Since  Thou  hast  been  my  help. 
To  Thee  my  spirit  flies  ; 

And  on  Thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

6  The  shadow  of  Thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps  ; 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads. 
And  He  supports  my  steps. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


NINTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


^^ And  they  thirsted  720 1  when  He  led  them  t/u'ough  the  desert^ 

CAPTAIN  of  Israel's  host,  and  Guide 
Of  all  who  seek  their  home  above : 


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Beneath  Thy  shadow  we  abide. 

The  cloud  of  Thy  protecting  love : 
Our  strength,   Thy  grace :   our  rule,  Thy  word : 
Our  end,  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 

2  By  Thine  unerring  Spirit  led. 

We  shall  not  in  the  desert  stray : 
By  Thy  paternal  bounty  fed, 

We  shall  not  lack  in  all  our  way : 
As  far  from  danger  as  from  fear, 
While  Thine  almighty  love  is  near. 

Charles  Wesley. 

*'/;/  the  day  also  He  led  them  with  a  cloud  and  all  the  night 

with  a  light  of  fire. ' ' 

C.  M. 

FORTH  to  the  land  of  promise  bound, 
Our  desert-path  we  tread  ; 
God's  fiery  pillar  for  our  guide. 
His  Captain  at  our  head. 

2  E'en  now  we  faintly  trace  the  hills, 
And  catch  their  distant  blue  ; 

And  the  bright  city's  gleaming  spires 
Rise  dimly  on  our  view. 

3  Soon,  when  the  desert  shall  be  crossed, 
The  flood  of  death  past  o'er, 

Our  pilgrim  hosts  shall  safely  land 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore. 

4  There  love  shall  have  its  perfect  work, 
And  prayer  be  lost  in  praise  ; 

And  all  the  servants  of  our  God 
Their  endless  anthems  raise. 

Henry  Alford,  1827. 

""^ Illu7ninate  our  minds  by  Thy  heavenly  grace,  a7id  fill  them 

with  the  pure  wisdom  which  cometh  frojn  above,  that  we 

may  walk  before  Thee  in  simplicity  and  godly 

sincerity  all  our  days. ' ' 

L.  M. 

COME,  O  Creator,  Spirit  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  Thy  rest ; 
Come,  with  Thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid. 
To  fill  the  hearts  Thy  power  hath  made. 


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2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee  we  cry : 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high  ! 

O  Fount  of  life  !  O  Fire  of  love  ! 
Anointing  Spirit  from  above  ! 

3  Thou  in  Thy  bounteous  gifts  art  known. 
Thee,  Finger  of  God's  hand,  we  own  ; 
The  promise  of  the  Father  Thou  ! 

Our  tongues  with   truth  and  power  endow. 

4  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And  make  our  hearts  o'erfiow  with  love ; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

5  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  Thy  true  peace  instead ; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  Thee  to  guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 

6  O  may  Thy  grace  on  us  bestow, 
The  Father  and  the  Son  to  know. 

And  Thee  through  endless  time  confess'd 
Of  Both  th'  eternal  Spirit  blest. 

Charlemagne. 

Trans.  E.  Casivall,  altered. 

*'So  He  fed  them  according  to  the  integrity  of  His  hearty  and  guided 
the?n  by  the  skilfidness  of  His  hands.''* 
L.  M. 
N  all  our  wand' rings  here  below 
We  see  Thee,  Lord,  where'er  we  go; 
When  waters  flow  from  smitten  rock, 
Thy  blood  supplies  Thy  thirsting  flock. 

2  Thy  word,  and  holy  festival, 
Thy  Church — we  see  Thee  in  them  all; 
When  manna  from  the  heav'ns  refresh. 
Then  Jesus  feeds  us  with  His  flesh. 

3  In  all  the  gleams  of  grace  divine 
We  see  Thy  holy  presence  shine; 
Beneath  the  cloud  baptiz'd  are  we. 
And  Jesus  leads  us  through  the  sea. 

4  No  arm  can  save  us  from  the  foe 
But  Thine, — no  other  hope  we  know; 
We  lean  not  on  ourselves; — Thy  rod 
Is  all  our  trust,  Thou  Son  of  God. 


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214  NINTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

5  In  all  our  long  and  weary  way, 
Pilgrims  of  Canaan,  lest  we  stray, 
Be  Thou  our  Guide,  Thy  grace  afford 
And  make  us  Thine  in  will  and  word. 

6  So  may  we  through  life's  desert  go. 
And  come  where  fruits  of  Eshcol  grow  ; 
Gain  the  rich  promise  of  Thy  word 
And  rest  forever  with  the  Lord. 

C.  Wordsworth,  altered. 

Not  taking  counsel  of  the  world  or  of  the  flesh,  but  aiming  and 
endeavoring  in  all  things  only  to  k?iow  and  do  Thy  will. ' ' 
10s,   4s,   loj",  4J-,   loj",   10s. 
EAD,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  gloom. 
Lead  Thou  me  on  : 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home, 

Lead  Thou  me  on. 
Keep  Thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene ;  one  step  enough  for  me. 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 
Shouldst  lead  me  on ; 

I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  j  but  now 
Lead  Thou  me  on. 

1  loved  the  garish  day:   and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will ;  remember  not  past  years. 

3  So  long  Thy  power  hath  blest  me,  sure  it  still 
Will  lead  me  on 

O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone. 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile. 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile.  - 

Jno  H.  Newman, 

^^  Now  all  these  things  happeiied  u7ito  them  for  ensamples.^* 

S.  M. 
LORD,  refresh  Thy  flock; 
Athirst  to  Thee  we  cry: 
Thou  art  the  spiritual  Rock, 
Whence  we  must  drink  or  die. 

2  Preserve  us,  Lord,  from  death : 
Thou  art  the  Lamb,  whose  blood 

Sprinkled  on  Israel's  doors  in  faith 
A  token  was  for  good. 


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3  With  many  a  bitter  thought 

Of  cherished  sin  subdued, 
'Tis  meet  that,  drest  in  pilgrim  garb, 
We  take  Thee  for  our  food. 

4  Away  the  signs  are  cast, 

And  now  Thyself  we  see  ; 
Yet  let  each  sign  that  cheered  the  past 

Still  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee.  Jos.  Anstke, 


TENTH  SUNDAY   AFTER  TRINITY. 


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'Jesus  weptV 
S.  M. 

DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  angels  wondering  see  : 
Hast  Thou  no  wonder,  O  my  soul  ? 

He  shed  those  tears  for  Thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 

Might  weep  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
He  wept  to  show  His  love  for  us, 
And  bid  us  love  the  same. 

4  Then  tender  be  our  hearts. 

Our  eyes  in  sorrow  dim. 
Till  every  tear  from  every  eye 
Is  wiped  away  by  Him. 
•  Benj.  Beddome,  1787. 

*'  If  thou  hadst  known,  even  thou,  at  least  in  this  thy  day,  the 
things  which  belong  unto  thy  peace. 

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PAST  is  her  day  of  grace ; 
Her  cup  of  wrath  o'erflows  : 
Yet  Jesus  views  the  guilty  place, 
And  weeps  her  coming  woes. 

2  "  If  thou  hadst  known,  e'en  thou. 
At  least  in  this  thy  day. 
The  message  of  thy  peace — but  now 
Thine  hour  is  pass'd  away." 


2l6  TENTH    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY. 

3  And  doth  the  Saviour  weep 

Over  His  people's  sin, 
Because  they  will  not  let  Him  keep 
The  souls  He  died  to  win  ? 

4  Ye  hearts  that  love  the  Lord, 

If  at  this  sight  ye  burn, 
See  that  in  thought,  in  deed,  in  word, 
Ye  hate  what  made  Him  mourn ! 

Jolm  Keble. 


*'  Now  concerfiing  spiritual  gifts,  brethren,  I  would  not  have  you 


ig?iorant. 


S.  M. 
HOLY  SPIRIT  !  come 
And  Jesus'  love  declare; 
Oh  !   tell  us  of  our  heavenly  homxC, 
And  guide  us  safely  there. 

2  Our  unbelief  remove, 

By  Thine  almighty  breath  ; 
Oh  !  work  the  wondrous  work  of  love, 
The  mighty  work  of  faith. 

3  Thy  sceptre,  Lord  !  extend. 

Pity  our  deep  distress; 
Thou  art  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend, 
Thy  waiting  servants  bless. 

4  We  bless  Thee  for  Thy  grace, 

And  Thine  almighty  power; 
We  bless  Thee  for  Thy  holy  place, 
And  this  accepted  hour. 

Oswald  Alle7i,  1862. 

^^  Open  ye  the  gates,  that  the  righteous  nation,  which  keepcth  the 
truth,  may  enter  in.^^ 

329  _  L.  M. 

IFT  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates  ! 
Behold  !   the  King  of  glory  waits  ! 
The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near, 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here. 


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2  Life  and  salvation  doth  He  bring, 
Wherefore  rejoice,  and  gladly  sing: 
Eternal  praise,  my  God  !  to  Thee  ! 
Creator  !  wise  is  Thy  decree. 


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3  Fling  wide  tHe  portals  of  your  heart, 
Make  it  a  temple,  set  apart 

From  earthly  use  for  heaven's  employ, 
Adorned  with  prayer,  and  love,  and  joy. 

4  So  shall  your  Sovereign  enter  in. 
And  new  and  nobler  life  begin ; 
Eternal  praise,  my  God  !   be  Thine, 
For  word,  and  deed,  and  grace  divine. 

5  Redeemer  !  come  ;  I  open  wide 

My  heart  to  Thee  ;  here,  Lord  !  abide  ; 
Let  me  Thine  inner  presence  feel, 
Thy  grace  and  love  in  me  reveal. 

6  Thy  Holy  Spirit  guide  us  on, 
Until  our  glorious  goal  be  won  ! 
Eternal  praise,  eternal  fame. 

Be  offered,  Saviour  !  to  Thy  name  ! 

George  IVeisel,  1635. 

Trans.   Cath.  Whikworth,  /(SjJ. 

^^He  beheld  the  city  and  wept  over  it.^^ 
C.  M. 

WHEN  scorn'd  by  Zion,  David's  Son 
Looked  down  from  Olivet, 
The  countenance  of  Christ  was  sad. 
Those  eyes  with  tears  were  wet. 

2  O  precious  tears,  most  precious  blood, 
More  costly  than  the  dew 

That  falls  on  Hermon's  hill,  and  rains 
That  Carmel's  flowers  renew. 

3  For  from  those  tears  and  precious  blood, 
As  from  prolific  showers, 

A  blessed  gai^den  soon  will  bloom 
Of  heavenly  passion-flowers. 

4  Thou,  Lord,  wilt  rise  from  Calvary; 
And  through  Gethsemane 

From  Zion  pass  to  Olivet, 
For  glorious  victory. 

5  Another  Zion  from  that  mount, 
O  Lord,  Thou  wilt  behold, 

Thy  heavenly  Zion,  ever  bright 
•With  precious  stones  and  gold. 

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2l8  ELEVENTH    SUNDAY   AFTER    TRINITY. 

6  O  weep  with  Christ  on  Olivet, 
That  ye  with  Christ  may  rise ; 
Ye  sow  in  tears,  to  reap  with  Him 

A  harvest  in  the  skies.  Christopher  Wordsworth. 

**Come  unto  Me  all  ye  that  labor  and  are  heavy  laden,  and  I  will 

give  you  rest.^^ 
L.   M. 

EAR  Lord  !   I  give  my  heart  to  Thee, 
Its  throbs  of  grief  will  never  cease, 
Till  yearning  faith  be  taught  to  see 
In  Christ,  the  risen  Prince  of  Peace. 

2  My  time  is  flitting  day  by  day. 
Sad  conscience  weaves,  in  restless  loom, 

A  shroud,  whose  dusky  lines  portray 
The  travails  of  eternal  gloom. 

3  The  bitter  fruits  of  wasted  years, 
The  empty  store  of  worldly  gain, 

Hope's  blighted  flowers,  rank  with  tears. 
And  mem'ry's  ashes  mix'd  with  pain; 

4  This  weighty  sum  of  life  I  bring 
To  Calv'ry's  gkaming,  lofty  tree; 

Lo !  at  its  foot,  the  load  I  fling, 
And  to  its  arms  for  refuge  flee. 

5  My  guilt — the  spear  that  pierced  Thy  side, 
My  death  once  swelled  Thy  dying  cry ; 

Oh  cleanse  my  sins  in  mercy's  tide, 
Still  ebbing  earthward  from  the  sky. 

6  Thine  eye  doth  read  the  soul's  distress, 
When,  mourning  for  Thy  peace,  it  pleads, 

Let  Thy  forgiveness,  Jesus,  bless, 
And  fill  my  spirit's  piteous  needs. 

R.  S.  Mathews,   1859. 

ELEVENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


'^A  new  heart  will  I  give  you,  and  a  new  spirit  will  I  put 

within  you^ 
C.  M. 
FOR  a  heart   to  praise  my  God, 
_      A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
Alieart  that's  sprinkled  with  Thy  blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ! 


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ELEVENTH    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY. 


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2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek ; 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak 
Where  jesus  reigns  alone  ! 

3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within  ! 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed. 

And  full  of  love  divine. 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good ; 
A  copy.  Lord,  of  Thine  ! 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  Thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  1 742. 

^'  God  be  merciful  to  me  a  sinner. ' ' 
C.  M. 

LORD,  like  the  publican  I  stand, 
And  lift  my  heart  to  Thee ; 
Thy  pardoning  grace,  O  God,  command  j 
Be  merciful  to  me. 

2  I  smite  upon  my  anxious  breast, 

O'erwhelmed  with  agony ! 
O  save  my  soul  by  sin  oppressed ; 
Be  merciful  to  me. 

3  My  guilt,  my  shame,  I  all  confess, 

I  have  no  hope  nor  plea 
But  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness; 
Be  merciful  to  me- 

4  Here  at   Thy   cross  I  still  would  wait, 

Nor  from  its  shelter  flee. 
Till  Thou,  O  God,  in  mercy  great, 
Art  merciful  to  me. 

T.  RaJJles,  183 1, 

''But  by  the  grace  of  God  I  am  what  I  am'' 
C.  M. 

ALL  that  I  was — my  sin,  my  guilt, 
My  death  was  all  my  own  : 
All  that  I  am,  I  owe  to  Thee, 
My  gracious  God  !  alone. 


220  ELEVENTH    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY. 

2  The  evil  of  my  former  state 

Was  mine,  and  only  mine ; 
The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice, 
Is  Thine,  and  only  Thine. 

3  The  darkness  of  my  former  state, 

The  bondage,  all  was  mine ; 
The  light  of  life,  in  which  I  walk, 
The  liberty,  is  Thine. 

4  Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin. 

It  taught  me  to  believe  ; 
Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found, 
And  now  I  live,  I  live. 

5  All  that  I  am,  e'en  here  on  earth, 

All  that  I  hope  to  be, 
When  Jesus  comes,  and  glory  dawns, 
I  owe  it,  Lord  !  to  Thee. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1850. 

"He  that  humbleth  himself  shall  be  exalted.'' 
C.   M. 

HOLY  and  rev' rend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King ; 
*'  Thrice  holy  Lord  !"  the  angels  cry; 
*' Thrice  holy  !"  let  us  sing. 

2  Holy  is  He  in  all  His  works, 

And  truth  is  His  delight ; 
But  sinners  and  their  wicked  ways 
Shall  perish  from  His  sight. 

3  The  deepest  rev'rence  of  the  mind, 
Pay,  O  my  soul,  to  God ; 

Lift  with  Thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  His  sublime  abode. 

4  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  His  name, 
Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach ; 

A  broken  heart  shall  please  Him  more 
Than  the  best  forms  of  speech. 

5  Thou  holy  God  !  preserve  my  soul 
From  all  pollution  free  ; 

The  pure  in  heart  are  Thy  delight. 
And  they  Thy  face  shall  see. 

John  Needham,  1768. 


ELEVENTH    SUNDAY    AFTER    TRINITY.  221 

"  O  Lordj  Open  Thou  my  lips  ;  ami  my  moutJi  sJiali  sJioiv  forth 

Thy  praise. ' ' 

LORD,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee 
For  the  bliss  Thy  love  bestows ; 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows: 
Help,  O  God,  my  weak  endeavor; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise; 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 
Can  my  love  be  warmed  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  Thee, 

Wretched  wand'rer,  far  astray  ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away ; 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear. 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing. 

Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  life  express; 
Low  before  Thy  footstool  kneeling, 

Deign  Thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless ; 
Let  Thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise; 
And,  since  words  can  never  measure. 

Let  my  life  show  forth  Thy  praise. 

Francis  Scott  Key,  1826. 

*^0  come,  let  us  worship  a7id  how  down ;  let  us  kneel  before  the 

Lo7-d  our  Maker. ' ' 
S.  M. 

OME,  sound  His  praise  abroad. 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  form.ed  the  deeps  unknown, 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 

The  watery  worlds  are  all  His  own. 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  His  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 

We  are  His  work,  and  not  our  own. 
He  formed  us  by  His  word. 
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222  TWELFTH    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY. 

4  To-day  attend  His  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  His  rod ; 
Come,  like  tlie  people  of  His  choice, 
And*  Qwn  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  His  grace. 
And  hearts  grow  hard  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race ; 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  dressed, 

Will  lift  His  hand  and  swear, 
**  Ye  that  despise  my  promised  rest, 
Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


TWELFTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


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^^ For  if  the  ininistratlon  of  condemnation  be  glory,  much  more 
doth  the  ministration  of  righteousness  exceed  iji  glory. ' ' 

C.  M. 

"'  OT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
_         The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word, 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke. 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill. 
The  city  of  our  God, 

Where  milder  words  declare   His  will. 
And  spread  His  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  host 
Of  angels  clothed  in  light ! 

Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just. 
Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight ! 

4  Behold  the  blessed  assembly  there. 
Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven ; 

And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiven  ! 

5  The  saints  on  earth  and  all  the  dead 
But  one  communion  make ; 

All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  His  grace  partake. 


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6  In  such  society  as  this 

My  weary  soul  would  rest ; 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is 

Must  be  forever  blest.  haac  Watts,  1709. 

^^How  shall  not  the  7ninistration  of  the  Spirit  be  rather  glorious  ? ' ' 

339  CM 

MOSES  from  Sinai  brings  the  Law, 
His  face  with  glory  gleams  ; 
The  people's  eyes  bedimmed  by  sin, 
Are  dazzled  by  its  beams. 

2  To  shroud  the  glory  of  the  Law, 

Brilliant  with  heavenly  grace, 
And  spare  their  feeble  eyes,  he  puts 
A  veil  upon  his  face. 

3  Beam  with  Thy  Spirit  on  our  hearts. 

Take  off  the  veil,  that  we 
May  see  the  glory  of  the  Law, 
Jesus,  revealed  in  Thee. 

4  Lord,  if  the  Law,  on  stones  engraven, 

Did  with  such  splendor  shine, 
How  should  'we  dare  to  gaze  upon 
Thy  countenance  divine  ? 

5  If,  in  the  twilight  dim,  the  law 

Gleamed  with  such  lustre  bright. 
How  glorious  is  the  noon-day  sun 
Of  evangelic  Light ! 

6  Thou  sayest,   '^  Without  holiness 

No  eye  shall  look  on  Thee," 
And  ^'  Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  God's  face  shall  see." 

7  O,  therefore,  cleanse  our  sullied  hearts, 

Soften  these  hearts  of  stone, 
Tliat  we  may  see  Thee,  and  may  know 

As  we,  O  Lord,  are  known.  C.  Wordsworth 

''My  soul  doth  magfiify  the  Lord. ' ' 
C.  P.  M. 

OH  !  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth. 
Oh  !  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth. 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 
I'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings. 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings 
In  notes  almost  divine. 


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2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  He  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  : 
I'd  sing  His  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  His  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  His  glories  known. 

4  Well, — the  delightful  day  will  come. 

When  He,  dear  Lord  !  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  His  face  : 
There,  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
A  blessed  eternity  I'll  spend. 

Triumphant  in  His  grace. 

Samuel  Medley,  1789. 


''  IVork  in  tis  such  inward  coiiformify  with  His  holy  patience ^ 
as  may  cause  us  to  have  part  also  i?i  Mis  glorious  power.^^ 

L.  M. 

Y  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord ! 
I  read  my  duty  in  Thy  word  j 
But  in  Thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  Thy  truth,  and  such  Thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  Thy  Father's  will. 
Such  love  and  meekness,  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew. 
Thy  conflict  and  Thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  Thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then   God,   the  Judge,  shall  own   my  name. 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


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"  He  hath  done  all  things  well.''* 
L.  M. 

N'  OW,  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise, 
To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I'll  raise; 
With  all  His  saints  I'll  join  to  tell 
That  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

2  Wisdom,  and  power,  and  love  divine. 
In  all  His  works,  unrivaled,  shine. 
And  force  the  wondering  world  to  tell 
That  He  alone  did  all  things  well. 

3  Howe'er  mysterious  are  His  ways, 
Or  dark  or  sorrowful  my  days ; 
And  though  my  spirit  oft  tebel, 

I  know  He  still  doth  all  things  well. 

4  And  when  I  stand  before  His  throne, 
And  all  His  ways  are  fully  known, 
This  note  in  sweetest  strains  shall  swell, 
That  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

Sainuel  Medley. 


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^''Blessed  are  the  eyes,  which  see  the  things  that  ye  see.'' 

S.  M. 
OW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill  ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues. 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are ! 
*'  Zion  !  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 

He  reigns  and  triumphs  here  !  '* 

How  happy  are  our  ears. 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound. 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for. 

And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

How  blessed  are  our  eyes. 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 

But  died  without  the  sight. 


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5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  His  arm, 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God.     Isaac  Watts,  1707* 

*'  Go  and  do  thou  likewise ^ 
C.  M. 

WHEN  from  the  city  of  our  God 
Man  wancjer'd  far  away, 
He  fell  into  the  Tempter's  hands; 
Was  stripp'd,  and  wounded  lay. 

2  Christ  bound  our  wounds,  and  pour'd  in  oil) 
And  wine  with  tender  care, 

And  bore  us  to  an  Inn — His  Church —  ^ 
And  safely  lodged  us  there. 

3  He  gave  us  to  the  host  in  charge, 
And  "at  that  future  day 

When  I  shall  come  again,"  He  said, 
*'  I  will  Thy  pains  repay." 

4  What  beams  of  grace  and  mercy,  Lord, 
In  Thy  example  shine  ! 

O  may  we  give  Thee  thanks  and  praise. 
By  showing  love  like  Thine. 

5  So  may  we,  at  that  future  day. 
With  joy  Thy  coming  see. 

And  hear  that  blessing, — "What  ye  did 

To  mine,  ye  did  to  Me."  C.  Wordsworth. 

^^  There  is  therefore  7iow  no  condemnation  to  them  which  are  i?t 

Christ*  Jesus. ^^ 
C.  M. 

DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
My  Jesus  and  my  God ! 
Who  can  resist  Thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  Thy  blood? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  Thy  death. 
The  Father  smiles  again  ; 
'Tis  by  Thine  interceding  breath, 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 


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3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find ; 

The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But,  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 
My  hope,  my  joy  begins ; 

His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 
And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast ; 

I  love  th'  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

^^  For  if  the  inker ita7ice  be  of  the  law,  it  is  no  more  of  promise,''^ 

C.   M. 

VAIN  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men 
On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Their  hearts,  by  nature,  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word;  ,» 

And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law, 

To  justify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince,  and  to  condemn. 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus !  how  glorious  is  Thy  grace  ! 

When  in  Thy  name  we  trust, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness. 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

*'And  walk  in  love,  as  Christ  also  hath  loved  us,  and  hath  given 

Himself  for  us.^'' 
C.  M. 


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BEHOLD,  where  in  a  mortal  form 
Appears  each  grace  divine  ! 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met. 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 


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2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor. 
Was  His  divine  employ. 

3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  His  friends 

A  friend  and  servant  found ; 
He  washed  their  feet,  He  wiped  their  tears 
And  healed  each  bleeding  wound. 

4  'Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn. 

Patient  and  meek  He  stood. 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  His  life; 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

5  Be  Christ  our  Pattern  and  our  Guide ! 

His  image  may  we  bear ! 
O  may  we  tread  His  holy  steps. 
His  joys  and  glory  share  ! 

William  Enfield,  1772. 


FOURTEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


^^And  it  cai7ie  to  pass,  that,  as  they  went,  they  were  cleansed.^* 

C.  M. 

LORD,  once  afar  removed  from  Thee, 
The  race  of  Adam  stood. 
Tainted  by  sin's  foul  leprosy, 
A  wretched  brotherhood. 

2  Thou  hast  come  down  in  love  from  heaven 

To  us,  O  gracious  Lord ; 
And  by  Thy  sanctifying  blood 
We  are  to  health  restored. 

3  Thy  mercies  on  our  weary  souls 

Fall  like  refreshing  dews. 
And  every  day  and  every  hour 
Thy  gifts  of  grace  renews. 

C,  Wordsworth, 

*^The  communion  of  the  Holy  Ghost  be  with  you  alL'' 
3^9  8j  &  7J-,  8  lines, 

HOLY  Ghost !    dispel  our  sadness. 
Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night; 
Come,  Thou  Source  of  sweetest  gladness ! 
Breathe  Thy  life,  and  spread  Thy  light : 


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Come,  Thou  best  of  all  donations 

God  can  give,  or  we  implore ! 
Having  Thy  sweet  consolations, 

We  need  wish  for  nothing  more. 

2  From  that  height  which  knows  no  measure, 

As  a  gracious  shower  descend, 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 

Man  can  wish  or  God  can  send : 
Author  of  the  new  creation  ! 

Come,  with  unction  and  with  power; 
Make  our  hearts  Thy  habitation ; 

On  our  souls  Thy  graces  shower. 

3  Manifest  Thy  love  forever; 

Fence  us  in  on  every  side ; 
In  distress  be  our  Reliever; 

Guard  and  teach,  support  and  guide.: 
Hear,  Oh !  hear  our  supplication. 

Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace  1 
Rest  upon  this  congregation. 

With  the  fullness  of  Thy  grace. 

Paul  Gerhard,  1653. 

Tra7ts.  A.  M.  To^lady,  mb. 

''Walk  in  the  spirit:' 

f~\  THOU  who  makest  souls  to  shine 
\^  With  light  from  lighter  worlds  above, 
And  droppest  glistening  dew  divine 

On  all  who  seek  a  Saviour's  love: 
2  Do  Thou  Thy  benediction  give 

On  all  who  teach,  on  all  who  learn. 
That  so  Thy  Church  may  holier  live, 

And  every  lamp  more  brightly  burn. 
-i  Give  those  who  teach  pure  hearts  and  wise. 

Faith,  hope,  and  love,  all  warmed  by  prayer; 
Themselves  first  training  for  the  skies. 

They  best  will  raise  their  people  there. 

4  Give  those  who  learn  the  willing  ear, 

The  spirit  meek,  the  guileless  mmd : 
Such  gifts  will  make  the  lowliest  here 
Far  better  than  a  kingdom  find. 

5  O  bless  the  shepherd ;  bless  the  sheep ; 

That  guide  and  guided  both  be  one, 
One  in  the  faithful  watch  they  keep, 
Until  this  hurrying  life  be  done. 

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230  FIFTEENTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

6  If  thus,  Good  Lord,  Thy  grace  be  given, 
In  Thee  to  live,  in  Thee  to  die, 
Before  we  upward  pass  to  heaven 

We  taste  our  immortality.  yo/in  M.  Neale, 

'I  will  put  my  Spirit  wit  hi 71  you. ' ' 
S.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit !  come 
With  energy  divine. 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  From  the  celestial  hills, 
Light,  life,  and  joy  dispense; 

And  may  I  daily,  hourly  feel 
Thy  quickening  influence. 

3  Oh !  melt  this  frozen  heart. 
This  stubborn  will  subdue; 

Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

4  The  profit  will  be  mine. 
But  Thine  shall  be  the  praise; 

Cheerful  to  Thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  liiy  days. 

Be7y'.  Beddotne,  1770. 


FIFTEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


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^^  Take  710  thought  for  your  life,  what  ye  shall  eat,  or  what  ye 

shall  dritik. ' ' 

S.  M. 

OMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
And  ways  into  His  hands. 
To  His  sure  truth  and  tender  care 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands ; 

2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 
Whom  winds  and  seas  obey : 

He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely. 
So  safe  thou  shalt  go  on  : 

Fix  on  His  word  thy  steadfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 


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4  No  profit  canst  thou  gain 

By  self-consuming  care  : 
To  Him  commend  thy  cause  :   His  ear 
Attends  the  softest  prayer. 

5  Thy  everlasting  truth, 

Father,  Thy  ceaseless  love. 
Sees  all  Thy  children's  wants,   and  knows 

What  best  for  each  will  prove.  Paid  Gerhardt. 

Trans,  jfno.    Wesley,  Ijsg. 

^^Your  heavenly  Father  knoweth  that  ye  have  need  of  all  these 

things. ' ' 
C.  M. 

ATHER,  'tis  Thine  each  day  to  yield 
Our  wants  a  fresh  supply  ; 
Thou  cloth' St  the  lilies  of  the  field, 
And  hear' St  the  ravens  cry: 

Thy  love  in  all  Thy  works  we  see ; 

Thy  promise,  Lord,  we  plead  ; 
And  humbly  cast  our  care  on  Thee, 

Who  knowest  all  our  need. 

Let  not  the  world  engage  our  love. 

Nor  cares  our  bosoms  fill ; 
But  fix  our  heart  on  things  above. 

That  we  may  do  Thy  will : 

The  comfort  of  Thy  light  bestow ; 

Our  faith  and  hope  increase ; 
And  let  us  in  Thy  presence  know 

Contentment,  joy,  and  peace.  Edward  Osier, 

"  Glorious  thiftgs  are  spoken  of  thee,  O  city  of  God. ' ' 
8i-  &  yj-,  8  lines. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 
Lie,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Formed  thee  for  His  own  abode ; 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded. 
Thou  mayest  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

Thine  the  streams  of  living  waters 

Springing  from  the  throne  above ; 
Thither  speed  thy  sons  and  daughters. 

There  all  thirst  they  slake  in  love ; 


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Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  will  their  thirst  assuage  ; 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age? 

3  On  their  way,  around  them  hovering, 

Pillared  cloud  or  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering  ; 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
From  their  banner  thus  deriving 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 
Bread  from  heaven,  all  heart-reviving. 

For  their  daily  food  have  they. 

4  Saviour,  we  of  Zion's  city 

Members  through  Thy  grace  became ; 
Though  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

We  will  glory  in  Thy  Name. 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure. 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

yo/in  Newton,  1779. 

^^The  things  which  are  seen  are  temporal,  but  the  things  which 

are  not  seen  are  eternal. ' ' 

C.  M.  8  lines. 

THE  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn, 
The  brightness  of  the  day. 
The  crimson  of  the  sunset  sky, 

How  fast  they  fade  away  ! 
Oh,  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven. 

Oh,  for  the  golden  floor. 
Oh,  for  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
That  setteth  nevermore. 

The  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here. 

How  fast  they  tire  and  faint ; 
How  many  a  spot  defiles  the  robe 

That  wraps  an  earthly  saint ! 
Oh,  for  a  heart  that  never  sins. 

Oh,  for  a  soul  washed  white, 
Oh,  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 

Nor  weary  day  nor  night. 

Here  faith  is  ours,  and  heavenly  hope. 

And  grace  to  lead  us  higher ; 
But  there  are  perfectness,  and  peace 

Beyond  our  best  desire. 


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Oh,  by  Thy  love,  and  anguish,  Lord  ! 

And  by  Thy  life  laid  down, 
Grant   that  we  fall  not  from  Thy  grace, 

Nor  cast  away  our  crown. 

Cecil  Frances  A  lexander,  1853. 

^^  Mercifully  fix  our  hearts  ofi  things  above  y 
\  8j"  &  7J-,  6  lines. 

LIGHT'S  abode,  celestial  Salem, 
Vision  whence  true  peace  doth  spring, 
Brighter  than  the  heart  can  fancy, 

Mansion  of  the  Highest  King ; 
O  how  glorious  are  the  praises, 
Which  of  thee  the  prophets  sing ! 

2  There  for  ever  and  for  ever 

Alleluia  is  outpoured ; 
For  unending,  for  unbroken, 

Is  the  feast-day  of  the  Lord ; 
All  is  pure,  and  all  is  holy 

That  within  thy  walls  is  stored. 

3  There  no  cloud  nor  passing  vapor 

Dims  the  brightness  of  the  air ; 
Endless  noon-day,  glorious  noon-day, 

From  the  Sun  of  suns  is  there ; 
There  no  night  brings  rest  from  labor  : 

There  unknown  are  toil  and  care. 

4  O  how  glorious  and  resplendent, 

Fragile  body,  shalt  thou  be. 
When  endued  with  so  much  beauty. 

Full  of  health,  and  strong,  and  free. 
Full  of  vigor,  full  of  pleasure 

That  shall  last  eternally  ! 

5  Now  with  gladness,  now  with  courage, 

Bear  the  burden  on  thee  laid. 
That  hereafter  these  thy  labors 

May  with  endless  gifts  be  paid. 
And  in  everlasting  glory 

Thou  with  brightness  be  arrayed 

6  Laud  and  honor  to  the  Father, 

Laud  and  honor  to  the  Son, 
Laud  and  honor  to  the  Spirit, 

Ever  Three  and  ever  One, 
Consubstantial,  co-eternal. 

While  unending  ages  run.  Hymnal  Noted, 

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**  Now  when  He  came  nigh  to  the  gate  of  the  city.^^ 
C.  M. 

O  SAVIOUR,  who  at  Nain's  gate 
Didst  dry  a  widow's  tears, 
And  raise  her  only  son,  the  prop 
Of  her  declining  years ; 

2  What  holy  raptures,  Lord,  through  Thee 

Thy  suffering  saints  await. 
When  raised  from  death  by  Thee  they  stand 
At  Thy  own  City's  gate ! 

3  What  ecstasies  will  then  be  theirs^ 

In  that  blest  city,  Lord, 
When  sons  to  parents  will  by  Thee 
For  ever  be  restored  ! 

4  O  grant  us  so  together.  Lord, 

To  live  in  holy  love. 
That  we  together  may  be  join'd 
In  holy  bliss  above. 

5  Members  of  Christ  our  bodies  are, 

The  Holy  Spirit's  shrine; 
Then  grant  us  so  to  use  them  now, 
That  they  may  be  like  Thine. 

Christopher  Wordsworth, 

*'  Of  whom  the  whole  family  in  heaven  a?id  ea7'th  is  named^ 


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C.  M. 

ET  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

^  With  those  to  glory  gone; 

For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 

2  One  family — we  dwell  in  Him — 

One  Church,  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death ; 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 


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4  Some  to  their  everlasting  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

5  E'en  now,  by  faith,  we  join  our  hands 

With  those  that  went  before, 
And  greet  the  ransomed  blessed  bands 
Upon  th'  eternal  shore. 

6  Lord  Jesus !  be  our  constant  Guide : 

And,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

Charles  Wesley. 

**Keep  us  who  are  still  in  the  body,  in  everlasting  fellowship  with 

all  that  wait  for  Thee  on  earth,  and  with  all  that 

are  around  Thee  in  heaveti. ' ' 

359     _  c.  M. 

ESUS,  we  sing  Thy  matchless  grace 

That  calls  us  as  Thine  own ; 
Give  us  among  Thy  saints  a  place 
To  make  Thy  glories  known ! 


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2  Allied  to  Thee,  our  vital  Head, 

We  live,  and  grow,  and  thrive; 
From  Thee  divided,  each  is  dead. 
When  most  he  seems  alive. 

3  Thy  saints  on  earth,  and  those  above, 

Here  join  in  one  accord ; 
One  body  all  in  mutual  love, 
And  Thou  the  common  Lord. 

4  O  may  our  faith  each  moment  gain 

More  of  Thy  Spirit's  grace; 
Till  Thou  present  us  all  complete 
Before  Thy  Father's  face. 

^^Tliey  sing  the  song  of  Moses,  the  servant  of  God,  and  the  song 

of  the  Lamb,^^ 

360  s  M. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ; 
Wake  every  heart,  and  every  tongue. 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 


336  SIXTEENTH    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY, 

2  Sing  of  His  dying  love; 

Sing  of  His  rising  power  ; 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 

And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

4  Sing,  on  your  heavenly  way, 

,         Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  ye  hear  Him  say, 

"Ye  blessed  children,  come." 
Soon  will  He  call  you  hence  away 
And  take  His  wanderers  home. 

6  There  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim. 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

William  Hammond,  1745. 

Altered  by  M.  Madan,  jybo. 

^^Unto  Him  be  glory  in  the  Chwch  by  Christ  Jesus,  throughout  all 
ages,  world  -without  end,  Ame7iJ'^ 

I"!  6s  &    IQS. 

YE  angel-hosts  above, 
Ye  righteous  souls  at  rest  in  Paradise, 
Ye  faithful  still  on  earth. 
Let  all  your  songs  to  God  in  concert  rise. 

2  Yea,  their  one  Maker's  praise 
The  countless  orders  of  creation  sing : 

Innumerable  worlds 
Pay  homage  to  the  Universal  King. 

3  Before  th'  eternal  throne 
The  Elders,  seated  round  the  crystal  sea. 

Cast  down  their  golden  crowns 
In  worship  of  the  Triune  Majesty. 

4  Responsive  rolls  the  chant 
From  side  to  side  in  heav'n's  own  liturgy: 

''  Thrice  Holy,  Lord  of  Hosts, 
Which  was,  and  is,  and  evermore  shall  be." 


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5  Nor  are  those  spirits  mute, 

Who  to  the  Church  Expectant  now  belong; 

They  to  the  Saving  Name 
In  adoration  pour  their  thankful  song. 

6  With  these  the  Church  on  earth 

In  ceaseless  worship  bears  its  equal  part : 

In  every  land  and  tongue 
Go  up  glad  hymns  of  praise  from  voice  and  heart. 

7  O  when  shall  discords  cease  ? 

When  shall  Christ's  family  on  earth  be  one? 

When  shall  His  will  supreme 
As  with  one  mind  by  all  His  saints  be  done? 

8  Blest  Spirit,  may  Thy  grace 

Our  hymns  of  earth  with  those  of  angels  blend, 

Until  their  notes  be  changed 
For  that  "new  song"  of  heaven  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 

9  To  Thee,  O  Trinity; 

To  Thee,  O  Father ;  Thee,  Eternal  Son ; 

O  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee 
Be  glory  while  th'  unending  ages  run  ! 

Benjamin  Webb. 


362 


^^Ajid  to  know  the  love  of  Christ,  which passeth  knowledge.'' 

C.  M. 

THE  Saviour  !  O  what  endless  charms 
Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 
In  rich  effusion  flow. 

For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And*doomed  to  endless  woe. 

3  The  Almighty  Former  of  the  skies. 
Stooped  to  our  vile  abode  : 

While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyes, 
And  hailed  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine. 
Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 

Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  Thee  mine ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 


238  SEVENTEENTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

5   On  Thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 
Beneath  Thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice. 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All ! 


Anne  Steele, 


SEVENTEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


363 


^^ Dispose  a7id  assist  us  by  Tliy  grace  to  follow  the  example  of  His 

great  hiunility  and  he avefily -minded  love. 

C.  M. 

ESUS,  exalted  far  on  high, 

To  whom  a  name  is  given, 
A  name  surpassing  every  name 
That's  known  in  earth'  or  heaven; 


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2  Before  whose  throne  shall  every  knee 

Bow  down  with  one  accord  ; 
Before  whose  throne  shall  every  tongue 
Confess  that  Thou  art  Lord; 

3  Jesus,  who,  in  the  form  of  God, 

Didst  equal  honor  claim ; 
Yet,  to  redeem  our  guilty  souls, 
Didst  stoop  to  death  and  shame : 

4  O  may  that  mind  in  us  be  formed. 

Which  shone  so  bright  in  Thee  ! 
A  humble,  meek,  and  lowly  mind, 
From  pride  and  envy  free. 

5  May  we  to  others  stoop,  and  learn 

To  emulate  Thy  love ; 
So  shall  we  bear  Thine  image  here 
And  share  Thy  throne  above. 

Thomc^  Cotterill,  1812. 


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^^  One  Lord,  one  faith,  07ie  baptism.'' 
H.  M. 
jNE  sole  baptismal  sign, 
One  Lord,  below,  above, 
Zion,  one  faith  is  thine  : 

One  only  watchword,  Love. 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 


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2  Our  Sacrifice  is  one  ; 

One  Priest  before  the  throne, 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 

Redeemer,  Lord  alone. 
Thou  who  didst  raise  Him  from  the  dead, 
Unite  Thy  people  in  their  Head  ! 

3  O  may  that  holy  prayer. 

His  tenderest  and  His  last, 
His  constant,  latest  care, 

Ere  to  His  throne  He  passed, 
No  longer  unfulfilled  remain, 
The  world's  offence.  His  people's  stain  ! 

4  Head  of  Thy  Church  beneath. 

The  catholic,  the  true. 
On  all  her  members  breathe, 
Her  broken  frame  renew  ! 
Then  shall  Thy  perfect  will  be  done. 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 

George  Robinson,  1843,  ^^i^^^d. 

^^One  God  and  Father  of  all,  who  is  above  all,  and  through  ally 

a7id  in  yoic  all  J''' 

365  7-f,  8  lines. 

^ATHER,  Son,  and  Spirit,  hear 
Faith's  effectual  fervent  prayer; 
Hear,  and  our  petitions  seal. 
Let  us  now  the  answer  feel. 
Still  our  fellowship  increase  ; 
Knit  us  in  the  bond  of  peace  j 
Join  our  new-born  spirits,  join 
Each  to  each,  and  all  to  Thine. 

2  Build  us  in  one  body  up, 
Called  in  one  high  calling's  hope"; 
One  the  Spirit,  whom  we  claim ; 
One  the  pure  baptismal  flame ; 
One  the  faith,  and  common  Lord ; 
One  the  Father  lives  adored, 
Over,  through,  and  in  us  all, 
God  incomprehensible. 

3  One  with  God,  the  Source  of  bliss, 
Ground  of  our  communion  this  :. 
Life  of  all  that  live  below. 
Let  Thine  emanations  flow ! 


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240  SEVENTEENTH   SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

Rise  eternal  in  our  heart : 
Tliou  our  long-sought  Eden  art ; 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  to  us  what  Adam  lost ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

''  For  I  have  given  you  an  example,  that  ye  should  do  as  I  have 

done  to  you.'' ^ 

L.   M.    8  lines. 

H  !  who  like  Thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
Lord  Jesus  Christ,  Thou  Light  of  Light ; 
Oh  !  who  like  Thee  did  ever  go 
So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 
Oh  !  who  like  Thee  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before ; 
So  meek,  so  lowly,  yet  so  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

Through  all  Thy  life-long  weary  years, 
A  Man  of  sorrows  and  of  tears. 
The  cross,  where  all  our  sins  were  laid, 
Upon  Thy  bending  shoulders  weighed ; 
And  death,  that  sets  the  prisoner  free. 
Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  Thee  j 
Yet  love  through  all  Thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  Thy  life-blood  flowed. 

O  wondrous  Lord,  our  souls  would  be 
Still  more  and  more  conformed  to  Thee; 
Would  lose  the  pride,  the  taint  of  sin. 
That  burns  these  fevered  veins  within ; 
And  learn  of  Thee,  the  lowly  One, 
And,  like  Thee,  all  our  journey  run. 
Above  the  world,  and  all  its  mirth, 
Yet  weeping  still  with  weeping  earth. 

Be  with  us  as  we  onward  go ; 
Illumine  all  our  way  of  woe; 
And  grant  us  ever  on  the  road 
To  trace  the  footsteps  of  our  God : 
That  when  Thou  shalt  appear,  arrayed 
In  light,  to  judge  the  quick  and  dead, 
We  may  to  life  immortal  soar 
Through  Thee,  who  livest  evermore. 

Arthur  C.  Coxa, 


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^^The  desire  of  our  souls  is  to  Thy  name^  and  to  the  reinembrance 

of  Thee:' 

367  c-  ^• 

"  ESUS,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 

O  Saviour  of  mankind ! 

O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek. 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art ! 

How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  ah !  this 

Nor  tongue,  nor  pen  can  show : 
The  lo*^e  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 

None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  prize  wilt  be ; 
Jesus  be  Thou  our  glory  now, 

And  through  eternity. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux, 

Trans.  E,  CaswalL 


EIGHTEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


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^^My  song  shall  be  always  of  the  loving-kindness  of  the  Lord. 

C.  M. 
HOU  lovely  Source  of  true  delight, 
Whom  I  unseen  adore  ! 
Unveil  Thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  Thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines; 
But  in  Thy  sacred  word, 

I  read  in  fairer,  brighter  lines. 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 
And  sins  and  sorrows  rise. 

Thy  love,  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope. 
My  fainting  heart  supplies. 

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242  EIGHTEENTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

4  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Light, 

Oh !  come  with  blissful  ray ; 
Break  radiant  through  the  shades  of  night 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

5  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love ; 
But  the  full  glories  of  Thy  face 
Are  only  known  above. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 

''  IVJiat  think  ye  of  Christ?  whose  Son  is  He  /" 
L.  M. 
CHRIST,  Thou  glorious  King,  we  own 
_      Thee  to  be  God's  eternal  Son  ; 
The  Father's  fulness,  life  divine. 
Mysteriously  are  also  Thine. 

2  When  rolling  years  brought  on  the  day. 
Foretold  and  fix'd  for  this  display,      ^ 
Our  great  deliv' ranee  to  obtain, 
Thou  didst  our  nature  not  disdain. 

3  At  God's  right  hand,  now.  Lord,  Thou'rt  placed, 
And  with  Thy  Father's  glory  graced. 
True  God  and  Man,  in  person  One; 
A  Judge  to  pass  our  final  doom. 

4  From  day  to  day,  O  Lord,  do  we 
On  high  exalt  and  honor  Thee ; 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore. 
World  without  end,  for  evermore. 

^^  And  blessed  be  His  glorious  fiame  forever  and  ever^ 

H.  M. 

JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew. 
That  angels  ever  bore : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  His  worth, 
To  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

2  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  Thy  name ; 

By  Thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came : 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 


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3  Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest, 
Offered  His  blood  and  died; 

My  guilty  conscience  needs 
No  sacrifice  beside : 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  My  dear  and  mighty  Lord, 
My  Conqueror  and  my  King: 

Thy  sceptre  and  Thy  sword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing  : 
Thine  is  the  power ;  behold  !  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  Thy  feet. 

Isaac  Watts, 

*'  Ye  are  enriched  by  Hhn  m  all  utter anceJ" 
S.  M. 

COME  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King 

May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below: 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound. 

And  every  tear  be  dry; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground. 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 707, 

"■  Waiting  for  the  coining  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ.'' 

L.   M. 

JESUS !  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all ! 
How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought  ? 
And  how  revere  this  wondrous  gift 
So  far  surpassing  hope  or  thought  ? 


244  EIGHTEENTH    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY. 

2  O  earth  !  grow  flowers  beneath  His  feet, 

And  thou,  O  sun,  shine  bright  this  day  ! 
He   comes  !    He  comes !   O   heaven  on  earth, 
Our  Jesus  comes  upon  His  way  ! 

3  He  comes  !  He  comes  !  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

Borne  on  His  throne  triumphantly  ; 
We  see  Thee,  and  we  know  Thee,  Lord, 
And  yearn  to  shed  our  blood  for  Thee  ! 

4  Our  hearts  leap  up ;  our  trembling  song 

Grows  fainter  still ;  we  can  no  more ; 
Silence  !  and  let  us  weep — and  die 
Of  very  love,  while  we  adore. 

Frederick  W.  Faber. 

^^  God  is  faithful,  by  whom  ye  were  called  unto  the  fellowship  of 
His  Son,  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. ' ' 

L.  M. 

LORD  !  let  my  heart  still  turn  to  Thee, 
In  all  my  hours  of  waking  thought ; 
Nor  let  this  heart  e'er  wish  to  flee. 
Or  think,  or  feel,  where  Thou  art  not. 

2  In  every  hour  of  pain  and  woe. 
When  nought  on  earth  this  heart  can  cheer, 

When  sighs  will  burst  and  tears  will  flow, 
Lord,  hush  the  sigh  and  chase  the  tear. 

3  In  every  dream  of  earthly  bliss. 
Do  Thou,  dear  Jesus,  present  be ; 

Nor  let  a  thought  of  happiness 

On  earth  intrude  apart  from  Thee  ! 

4  To  my  last  ling' ring  thought  at  night, 
Do  Thou,  Lord  Jesus,  still  be  near ; 

And  ere  the  dawn  of  opening  light. 
In  still  small  accents  wake  mine  ear. 

5  And  when  before  the  throne  I  kneel. 
Hear  from  that  throne  of  grace  my  prayer, 

And  let  each  hope  of  heaven  I  feel 

Burn  with  the  thought  to  meet  Thee  there. 

6  Thus  teach  me,  Lord,  to  look  to  Thee 
In  every  hour  of  waking  thought ; 

Nor  ever  let  me  wish  to  be. 

Or  think,  or  feel,  where  Thou  art  not  ! 

Lady  Powerscourt  [?)  1833. 


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"Son,  be  of  good  cheer ;  thy  sins  be  forgiven  thee.^^ 

C.  M. 

WHEN,  wounded  sore,  the  stricken  soul 
Lies  bleeding  and  unbound, 
One  only  hand,  a  pierced  hand. 
Can  heal  the  sinner's  wound. 

2  When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 

And  tears  of  anguish  flow, 
One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart, 
Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 

3  When  penitence    has  wept  in  vain 

Over  some  foul  dark  spot. 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood. 
Can  wash  away  the  blot. 

4  'Tis  Jesus'  blood  that  washes  white. 

His  hand  that  brings  relief. 
His  heart,   that's  touched  with  all  our  joys, 
And  feels  for  all  our  grief, 

5  Lift  up  Thy  bleeding  hand,  O  Lord, 

Unseal  that  cleansing  tide  ; 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin 
But  in  Thy  wounded  side. 

Cecil  Frances  Alexa7ider,  1858. 

^^  I  will  praise  Thee  forever,  becatise  Thou  hast  done  it ^ 

L.   M. 

REDEEM' D  from  guilt,  redeemed  from  fears. 
My  soul  enlarged  and  dried  my  tears, 
What  can  I  do,  O  Love  divine. 
What,  to  repay  such  gifts  as  Thine? 

What  can  I  do,  so  poor,  so  weak. 
But  from  Thy  hands  new  blessings  seek, 
A  heart  to  feel  Thy  mercies  more, 
A  soul  to  know  Thee,  and  adore? 

O  teach  me  at  Thy  feet  to  fall, 
And  yield  Thee  up  myself,  my  all ! 
Before  Thy  saints  my  debts  to  own. 
And  live  and  die  to  Thee  alone  ! 


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246  NINETEENTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

4  Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  at  large  impart, 
Expand  and  raise  and  fill  my  heart ! 
So  may  I  hope  my  life  shall  be 
Some  faint  return,  O  Lord,  to  Thee. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1834. 

^^For  Thou  hast  been  a  shelter  for  me,  and  a  strong  tower  from 

the  enemy. ^^ 

376  c-  ^^• 

O   JESUS,   Saviour  of  the  lost, 
My  Rock  and  Hiding-place, 
By  storms  of  sin  and  sorrow  tost, 
I  seek  Thy  sheltering  grace. 

2  Guilty,  forgive  me.  Lord  !  I  cry ; 

Pursued  by  foes  I  come ; 
A  sinner,  save  me,  or  I  die ; 
An  outcast,  take  me  home. 

3  Once  safe  in  Thine  almighty  arms, 

Let  storms  come  on  amain ; 
There  danger  never,  never  harms ; 
There  death  itself  is  gain. 

4  And  when  I  stand  before  Thy  throne 

And  all  Thy  glory  see. 
Still  be  my  righteousness  alone 
To  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

Edward  H.  Bickersteth,  1858. 

*^In  whom  we  have  redeitiption  through  His  blood,  the  forgiveness 

of  siiis^ 

377  _  c-  ^^- 

ESUS,  Thou  art  my  Righteousness, 

For  all  my  sins  were  Thine  ; 
Thy  death  hath  bought  of  God  my  peace, 

Thy  life  hath  made  Him  mine. 

2  Spotless  and  just  in  Thee  I  am ; 
I  feel  my  sins  forgiven ; 

I  taste  salvation  in  Thy  Name, 
And  antedate  my  heaven. 

3  For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be. 
Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side ; 

This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died  ! 


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4  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  Thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean  ! 

5  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art ! 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone  ; 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart  ! 

6  Th*  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply. 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve  ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition'die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 

*^Hi7n  hath  God  exalted  to  he  a  Prince  and  a  Saviour,  for 
to  give  repentance  to  Israel  and  forgiveness  of  sins  ^ 

378  c.  M. 

MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned. 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  Him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  He,  than  all  the  fair 

That  fill  the  heavenly  train.  ^ 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress ; 

He  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  Him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath. 

And  all  the  joys  I  have ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  His  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

6  Since  from  His  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine. 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord  !  they  should  all  be  Thine  ! 

Sa7nuel  Stennett,  1787. 


248  TWENTIETH   SUNDAY   AFTER  TRINITY. 

TWENTIETH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


The  kingdom  of  heaven  is  like  unto  a  certain  king,  which  made 

a  marriage  for  His  Son. 
79  C.  M. 

THOU,  who  hast   call'd  us  by  Thy  word 
The  marriage  feast  to  share 
Of  Thy  dear  Son,  our  only  Lord, 
Thy  bidden  guests  prepare  ! 

2  No  vain  excuse  we  dere  to  make. 

Thy  call  we  do  not  slight ; 
We  come  unworthy ;  for  His  sake 
Help  us  to  come  aright ! 

3  Thy  marriage-garment  we  require. 

Thyself  to  us  impart, 
And  with  Thy  precious  gifts  inspire 
A  pure  and  thankful  heart. 

4  And  Thou,  to  whom  the  Father's  love 

The  wedding  guests  has  brought, 
Who  ever  helpest  from  above 

Those  whom  Thy  blood  has  bought, 

5  Lord  of  the  feast  !   our  coming  bless, 

And  round  our  souls  entwine 
The  garment  of  Thy  righteousness, 
In  which  Thy  saints  shall  shine. 

John  Ernest  Bode,  1 860, 

^'That  we  7?tight  be  made  the  righteousness  of  God  in  Him.'" 

\os. 

HERE,  O  my  Lord,  I  see  Thee   face  to  face  ; 
Here  would  I  touch  and  handle'  things  unseen  ; 
Here  grasp  with  firmer  hand  th'  eternal  grace. 
And  all  my  weariness  upon  Thee  lean. 

2  Here  would  I  feed  upon  the  Bread  of  God  ; 

Here  drink  with  Thee  the  royal  Wine  of  Heaven ; 
Here  would  I  lay  aside  each  earthly  load, 
Here  taste  afresh  the  calm  of  sin  forgiven. 

3  I  have  no  help  but  Thine ;  nor  do  I  need 

Another  arm  save  Thine  to  lean  upon : 
It  is  enough  my  Lord  ;  enough,  indeed  ; 

My  strength  is  in  Thy  might.  Thy  might  alone. 


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4  I  have  no  wisdom,  save  in  Him  who  is 

My  Wisdom  and  my  Teacher,  both  in  one ; 
No  wisdom  can  I  lack  while  Thou  art  wise. 
No  teaching  do  I  crave,  save  Thine  alone. 

5  Mine  is  the  sin,  but  Thine  the  righteousness ; 

Mine  is  the  guilt,  but  Thine  the  cleansing  blood, 
Here  is  my  robe,  my  refuge,  and  my  peace. 

Thy  blood,  Thy  righteousness,  O  Lord  my  God  ! 

6  Feast  after  feast  thus  comes,  and  passes  by  ; 

Yet,  passing,  points  to  the  glad  Feast  above. 
Giving  sweet  foretaste  of  the  festal  joy, 

The  Lamb's  great  bridal  Feast  of  bliss  and  love. 

Horatiiis  Bonar,  1856. 

'' Search  me,  O  God,  and  know  my  hearth 
381  L.  M. 

OTHOU,  to  whose  all -searching  sight. 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light. 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  Thee; 
Oh,  burst  these  bonds  and  set  it  free  ! 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross, 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross  : 
Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 

Be  clean,  as  Thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray 

Be  Thou  my  light,  be  Thou  my  Way ; 

No  foes,  no    violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  Thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  Thy  timely  aid  impart. 

And  raise  my  head  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  Thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untried,  I  follow  Thee  ; 
Oh,  let  Thy  hand  support  me  still. 
And  lead  me  to  Thy  holy  hill ! 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way. 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day ; 
Till  toil  and  grief  and  pain  shall  cease. 
Where  all  is  calm  and  joy  and  peace. 

Gerhard  Tersieecren,  1731. 

Trans,  jfohn  Wesley,  1739. 


250  TWENTIETH    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

* '  That  the  najne  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  may  be  glorified  in 
you,  and  ye  in  Mi??!.^^ 

ON  of  God,  eternal  Word, 
Glorious  Day-spring,  Christ  the  Lord, 
Shine  upon  us  with  Thy  rays, 
While  we  celebrate  Thy  praise. 

2  When   Thou  madest   heaven  and   earth, 
Angels  shouted  at  their  birth ; 
Morning  stars  in  chorus  sang, 
When  the  world  from  darkness  sprang. 

3  When  in  sin  and  death  we  lay. 
Thou  didst  wake  us  into  day ; 
Thou,  in  human  nature  born, 
Wast  to  us  a  glorious  morn. 

4  When  Thou  didst  arise  from  death. 
We  were  quicken'd  by  Thy  breath; 
We  arose  with  Thee  our  Head, 
First  begotten  from  the  dead. 

5  Keep  us  safe  from  harm  and  sin. 
Foes  around  us  and  within  ; 
May  we  kno.w  Thee  ever  nigh. 
Ever  walk  as  in  Thine  eye. 

6  Lead  us  onward,  Lord,  we  pray. 
To  the  pure  and  perfect  day, 
Where  we  may  the  glory  see 
Of  the  blessed  Trinity.  Christopher  Wordsworth, 

^Sifiging  a?id  making  melody  in  your  hearts  to  the  Lord, 

CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise. 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 

2  Lift  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  Light ! 
Zion's  city  is  in  sight : 
There  our  endless  home  shall  be, 
There  our  Lord  we  soon  shall  see. 

3  Fear  not,  brethren  ;  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  : 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 


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4  Lord  !  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  Thou  our  Leader  be, 

•     And  we  still  will  follow  Thee  ! 

5  Seal  our  love,  our  labors  end ; 
Let  us  to  Thy  bliss  ascend  ; 
Let  us  to  Thy  kingdom  come ; 

■  Lord  !  we  long  to  be  at  home. 

John  Cenntck,  1742. 


TWENTY-FIRST  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


^^Lord,  Thou  hast  been  our  refuge  from  one  generation  to  another. ' ' 

384  c.  M. 

OGOD,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure ; 
Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone. 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood. 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages  in  Thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

6  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ; 
Be  Thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last. 
And  our  eternal  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


252  TWENTY-FIRST   SUNDAY   AFTER  TRINITY. 

^^  Behold,  O  God  our  Shield,  mid  look  upon  ike  face  of  Thine 

a?iointed. ' ' 

Zs  &  ']$,  8  lines. 

ERE  on  earth,  where  foes  surround  us,  • 
While  our  trembling  souls  within 
Feel  the  fetters  which  have  bound  us, 

Feel  the  burden  of  our  sin ; 
Lord,  on  Thee  alone  relying, 

Strength  we  crave  to  burst  our  chain. 
Ever  pleading,  ever  crying, 

^'Lord,  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain." 

In  those  high  and  holy  regions 

Where  the  blest  Thy  praise  prolong. 
Cherubs  and  seraphic  legions 

Know  no  theme  of  nobler  song ; 
White-robed  saints,  who  there  adore  Thee 

Throned  above  the  glassy  main. 
Sing,  and  cast  their  crowns  before  Thee, 

*'Lord,  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain." 

Thus,  Thy  Church,  whatever  her  dwelling. 

Heaven  above  or  earth  below. 
One  harmonious  chorus  swelling, 

Loves  her  Saviour's  praise  to  show: 
Here  in  trial,  there  in  glory. 

Changeless  rings  th'  immortal  strain. 
Changeless  sounds  the  wondrous  story, 

*'  Lord,  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain." 

^'2  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  to  the  hi  lis,  from  whence  cometh  my  help^ 


386 


C.  M. 

THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  O  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  His  name ; 
When  in  distress  to  Him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

3  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliv' ranee  He  affords  to  all 
Who  on  His  succor  trust. 


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4  O  make  but  trial  of  His  love, 
Experience  will  decide 

How  blessed  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  His  truth  confide. 

5  Fear  Him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 
Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 

Make  you  His  service  your  delight. 
Your  wants  shall  be  His  care. 

Nahuvi  Tate,  1696. 

^Be  strong  in  the  Lord,  and  in  the  power  of  His  might. 

1*7  S.  M. 

SOLDIERS  of  Christ !  arise 
And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong,  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies, 
Through  His  eternal  Son : 

2  Strong,  in  the  Lord  of  hosts. 

And  in  His  mighty  power; 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand,  then,  in  His  great  might. 

With  all  His  strength  endued  ; 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God : 

4  That,  having  all  things  done. 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
You  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone 
And  stand  entire  at  last. 

5  From  strength  to  strength  go  on; 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

6  Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 

In  all  His  soldiers,   "Come," 
Till  Christ,  the  Lord,  descends  from  high. 
And  takes  the  conquerors  home. 

Charles  Wesley,  1745. 

**  That  we  may  be  able  to  fight  manfully  the  good  fight  of  faith  ^  and 
so  finish  our  course  with  joy  ^ 

388  7^'  ^'- 

BRIEF  life  is  here  our  portion ; 
Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care  ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there. 
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254  TWENTY-FIRST    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

2  O  happy  retribution  ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest ; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 
A  mansion  with  the  blest. 

3  And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 
Of  full  and  everlasting 
And  passionless  renown ; 

4  And  now  we  watch  and  struggle, 

And  now  we  live  in  hope, 
And  Zion  in  her  anguish 
With  Babylon  must  cope ; 

5  But  He,  whom  now  we  trust  in. 

Shall  then  be  seen  and  known ; 
And  they  that  know  and  see  Him 
Shall  have  Him  for  their  own. 

6  The  morning  shall  awaken. 

The  shadows  shall  decay, 
And  each  true-hearted  servant 
Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day ; 

7  There  God,  our  King  and  Portion, 

In  fulness  of  His  grace, 
•  Shall  we  behold  for  ever 
And  worship  face  to  face. 

Bernard  of  Morlaix,  1 1 50. 

Tram.  Jno.  I\T.  A'eale,  altered. 

*'0  Lord  my  God,  Thou  ai't  become  exceeding  gloiioiis  ;   Thou  art 
clothed  with  majesty  and  ho  nor. ^' 

\^  10s  &  iij-. 

O   WORSHIP  the  King,  all-glorious  above  ; 
O  gratefully  sing  His  power  and  His  love ; 
Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient  of  days. 
Pavilioned  in  splendor,  and  girded  with  praise. 

2  O  tell  of  His  might,  O  sing  of  His  grace. 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy  space ; 
His  chariots  of- wrath  the  deep  thunder-clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  His  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

3  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  Thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  Thee  to  fail ; 
Thy  mercies  how  tender,  how  firm  to  the  end. 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer,  and  Friend. 


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4  O  measureless  Might !   ineffable  Love  ! 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  Thee  above. 
The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble  their  lays. 
With  true  adoration  shall  sing  to  Thy  praise. 

Robert  Grant,  1839,  altered. 

^  The  a?igel  of  the  Lord  eiicafupeth  round  about  them  that  fear 
Hiniy  and  deliver eth  the^n. ' ' 
C.  M. 

^O  Zion's  hill  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
_     From  thence  expecting  aid ; 
From  Zion's  hill,  and  Zion's  God, 
Who  heaven  and  earth  has  made. 

2  Thou,  then,  my  soul  in  safety  rest. 

Thy  Guardian  will  not  sleep; 
His  watchful  care  that  Israel  guards. 
Will  Thee  in  safety  keep. 

3  Sheltered  beneath  th'  Almighty's  wings. 

Thou  shalt  securely  rest ; 
Where  neither  sun  nor  moon  shall  thee 
By  day  or  night  molest. 

4  At  home,  abroad,  in  peace,  in  war, 

Thy  God  shall  thee  defend ; 
Conduct  thee  through  life's  pilgrimage. 
Safe  to  thy  journey's  end. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 

TWENTY-SECOND  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


'^  There  remaineth  therefore  a  rest  for  the  peofle  of  God^ 

391  c.  p.  M. 

THERE  is  a  dwelling-place  above ; 
Thither  to  meet  the  God  of  love. 
The  poor  in  spirit  go ; 
There  is.  a  paradise  of  rest ; 
For  contrite  hearts  and  souls  distrest 
Its  streams  of  comfort  flow. 

2  There  is  a  voice  to  mercy  true ; 
To  them  who  mercy's  path  pursue 

That  voice  shall  bliss  impart ; 
There  is  a  sight  from  man  concealed ; 
That  sight,  the  face  of  God  revealed. 

Shall  bless  the  pure  in  heart. 


256  TWENTY-SECOND    SUNDAY  AFTER   TRINITY. 

3  There  is  a  name  in  heaven  bestowed ; 
That  name,  which  hails  them  sons  of  God, 

The  friends  of  peace  shall  know ; 
There  is  a  kingdom  in  the  sky, 
Where  they  shall  reign  with  God  on  high. 
Who  serve  Him  here  below. 

Richard  Mant. 

'^Tliatwe  may  not  seek  oicr  rest  in  this  77iortal  state,  hut  inwardly 
long  after  that  which  is  far  better,  to  be  with  Christ  in  heave  n.'' 

C.  M. 

JESUS,  Thou  the  Beauty  art 
Of  angel-worlds  above  ; 
Thy  name  is  music  to  the  heart, 
Inflaming  it  with  love. 

2  Celestial  sweetness  unalloyed  ! 
Who  eat  Thee,  hunger  still ; 

Who  drink  of  Thee  still  feel  a  void. 
Which  nought  but  Thou  can  fill. 

3  O  most  sweet  Jesus,  hear  the  sighs 
Which  unto  Thee  we  send  ; 

To  Thee  our  inmost  spirit  cries. 
To  Thee  our  prayers  ascend. 

4  Abide  with  us,   and   let   Thy  light 
Shine,  Lord,  on  every  heart ; 

Dispel  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  joy  to  all  impart. 

5  Jesus,  our  Love  and  Joy,  to  Thee 
The  Virgin's  holy  Son 

All  might  and  praise  and  glory  be 
While  endless  ages  run. 

Bernard  of  ClairDaiix ,  1 140. 

Trans.  E.  Caswall,  altered, 

**  I  forgave  thee  all  that  debt :  shoitldst  not  thou  also  have  had 
compassion  on  thy  fellow-servant?'' 

Zs  &  ']s,  8  lines. 
ORD   of  glory  !   Thou  hast  bought  us, 

With  Thy  life-blood  as  the  price, 

Never  grudging,  for  the  lost  ones, 

That  tremendous  sacrifice ; 
And,  with  that,  hast  freely  given 
Blessings,  countless  as  the  sand, 
To  th'  unthankful  and  the  evil 
With  Thine  own  unsparing  hand. 


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TWENTY-SECOND    SUNDAY  AFTER    TRINITY. 

2  Grant  us  hearts,  dear  Lord  !  to  yield  Thee 

Gladly,  freely,  of  Thine  own  ; 
With  the  sunshine  of  Thy  goodness. 

Melt  our  thankless  hearts  of  stone ; 
Till  our  cold  and  selfish  natures, 

Warmed  by  Thee,  at  length  believe. 
That  more  happy,  and  more  blessed, 

'Tis  to  give  than  to  receive. 

3  Wondrous  honor  hast  Thou  given 

To  our  humblest  charity,^ 
In  Thine  own  mysterious  sentence,— 

"  Ye  have  done  it  unto  Me:" 
Give  us  faith,  to  trust  Thee  boldly, 
Hope,  to  stay  our  souls  on  Thee : 
But,  Oh  !—  best  of  all  Thy  graces- 
Give  us  Thine  own  charity. 


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Alderson,  1868. 


♦ 


**  And  this  Ipray,  that  your  love  may  abound  yet  more  and  more  J' ^ 

L.   M. 

JESUS,  most  merciful  and  kind. 
Beloved  and  loving,  both  combined ; 
Jesus,  Thou  good  and  gracious  One ! 
Of  Mary  and  of  God,  the  Son. 

2  Who  can  conceive,  or  who  record, 
What  bliss  it  is  to  love  Thee,  Lord  ! 
To  dwell  in  humble  faith  with  Thee, 
Is  boundless,  full  felicity. 

3  Let  saints  below  and  saints  above. 
Show  forth  Thy  faithful,  endless  love ; 
And  know  the  joy  Thy  people  see, 
Who  suffer  and  who  weep  with  Thee. 

4  Infinite  Majesty  above  ! 
Our  Hope,  our  Life,  our  Joy  and  Love  ; 
Thy  fulness,  Jesus,  let  us  see. 
And  evermore  abide  in  Thee. 

5  Thus,  seeing  and  enjoying  Thee, 
In  earth  and  heaven  our  joy  shall  be; 
And  grateful  praise  to  Thee  be  given. 
Through  all  the  blissful  life  of  heaven  I 

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258  TWENTY-SECOND    SUNDAY    AFTER    TRINITY. 

^^  The  Lord  our  Righteousness. ' ' 
C.  M. 

E,  in  ourselves,  unrighteous  are; 
With  sorrow  we  confess 
Our  great  and  grievous  sins  to  Thee, 
The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

2  Not  to  Thine  angels,  nor  to  saints 
Do  we  our  prayer  address ; 

We  fly  to  Thee,  and  onl)^  Thee,^ 
The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

3  Thou,  Christ,  the  great  Jehovah  art. 
The  Fount  of  holiness; 

And,  God  with  us.  Thou  art  become 
The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

4  O  wash  us  with  Thy  blood,  and  clothe 
With  Thy  pure  spotless  dress ; 

O  hide  us  in  Thyself,  and  be 
The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

5  Make  us  by  grace  to  be  in  deed 
What  we  in  word  profess ; 

O  make  us  like  unto  Thyself, 
The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

6  Pour  on  us  plenteous  showers  of  grace, 
Increase  our  fruit  fulness. 

That  we  may  yield  Thine  own  to  Thee, 
The  Lord  our  Righteousness, 

7  So,  in  Thy  glorious  image  rais'd, 
May  we  Thy  mercy  bless ; 

And  sing  for  ever  praise  to  Thee, 
The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

Christopher  Wordsworth, 

^'Jjt  all  these  things  we  are  more  than  eonqueroj's  through 
J^im  that  loved  us. ' ' 

>6  C.  M. 

MY  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  Life  of  my  delights, 
The  Glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  Comfort  of  my  nights  ! 


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2  In  darkest  shades,  if  He  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  Morning  Star, 
And  He  my  rising  Sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine. 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers — I  am  His. 

4  My  soul  wowld  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T' embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


TWENTY-THIRD  SUNDAY   AFTER  TRINITY. 


39T 


^^ Render  unto  God,  the  things  that  are  God^  s^ 
L.  M. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

2  His  sov' reign  power,  without  our  aid. 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And  when,  like  wand 'ring  sheep  we  strayed. 
He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

3  We  are  His  people,  we  His  care, 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear. 
Almighty  Maker  !   to  Thy  name? 

4  We'll  crowd  Thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command. 

Vast  as  eternity  Thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  Thy  truth  shall  stand. 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Isaac  Watts,  \']\k^,  altered. 


26o  TWENTY-THIRD    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY. 

^^  Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  the  majesty  of  Thy  glory, ^^ 

398  ^'^  ^'' 

ROUND  the  Lord  in  glory  seated, 
Cherubim  and  Seraphim 
Filled  His  temple,  and  repeated 
Each  to  each  th'  alternate  hymn. 

2  '^Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven. 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored ; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given,        • 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord!" 

3  Heaven  is  still  with  glory  ringing, 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
^'Holy,  Holy,  Holy,"  singing, 

"  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  Lord  most  high  !** 

4  With  His  seraph-train  before  Him, 

With  His  holy  church  below, 
Thus  conspire  we  to  adore  Him, 
Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow : 

5  ''  Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored : 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given. 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord!" 

Richard  Mant, 

^''  For  our  conversation  is  in  heaven^ 
C.  M. 
MOTHER  dear,  Jerusalem  ! 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end. 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Jerusalem  the  city  is 
Of  God  our  King  alone ; 

The  Lamb  of  God,  its  light  and  bliss, 
Sits  on  His  glorious  throne. 

3  O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints  ! 
O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 

In  thee  no  sorrow  may  be  found. 
No  grief,  no  care,  no  toil. 

4  No  dimming  clouds  o'ershadow  thee, 
No  dull  nor  darksome  night ! 

But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 
For  God  Himself  gives  light. 


TWENTY-THIRD    SUNDAY    AFTER    TRINITY.  26x 

5  Jerusalem  !  God's  dwelling-place  ! 

I  love  and  long  to  see ; 
O  that  my  sorrows  had  an  end, 
That  I  might  dwell  in  thee. 

6  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stones. 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square; 
Thy  gates  are  made  of  orient  pearl, 
O  God  !  if  I  were  there  ! 

7  With  cherubim  and  seraphim, 

And  holy  souls  of  men, 
To  sing  Thy  praise,  O  God  of  hosts, 
For  ever,  and  amen  ! 

Francis  Baker,  i6i6. 

Altered  by  David  Dickso7i,  1649. 


^^They  desire  a  better  country,  that  is,  an  heavenly,'' 

ys  &  6s. 

Or  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country  ! 
Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep  ; 
For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 


F 


2  The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 
And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

3  O  one,  O  only  mansion  ! 

O  Paradise  of  joy  ! 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 
And  smiles  have  no  alloy ; 

4  The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor ; 

The  Crucified  thy  praise  j 
His  laud  and  benediction 
Thy  ransomed  people  raise. 

5  With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks, 

Thy  streets  with'  emeralds  blaze  ; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 
Unite  in  thee  their  rays ; 

6  Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced ; 
The  saints  build  up  its  fabric. 
The  corner-stone  is  Christ. 


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7  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day  I 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 
To  pilgrims  far  away  ! 

8  Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower ; 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel. 
And  thine  the  golden  dower. 

Bernard  of  Moriaix,  11 50. 

Trans.  Jno.  M.  Neale,  altered. 

^^From  whence  also  we  Icokfor  the  Saviour,  the  Lord 
Jesus  Christ.^ ^ 
C.  M. 

^\IR  vision  !  how  thy  distant  gleam 
Brightens  time's  saddest  hue  : 
Far  fairer  than  the  fairest  dream, 
And  yet  how  strangely  true ; 

2  With  thee  in  view,  how  poor  appear 

The  world's  most  winning  smiles : 
Vain  is  the  Tempter's  subtlest  snare. 
And  vain  hell's  varied  wiles. 

3  Then  welcome  toil  and  care  and  pain, 

And  welcome  sorrow  too  : 

All  toil  is  rest,  all  grief  is  gain, 

With  such  a  prize  in  view. 

4  Come  crown  and  throne,  come  robe  and  palm, 

Burst  forth,  glad  stream  of  peace  : 
Come,  holy  city  of  the  Lamb  ! 
Rise,  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 

5  When  shall  the  clouds  that  veil  thy  rays 

For  ever  be  withdrawn  ? 
Why  dost  thou  tarry,  day  of  days? 
When  shall  thy  gladness  dawn? 

Horathis  Bonar. 

"  That  we  may  pass  through  the  world  as  pilgri7?is  a7id  strangers, 

lookijigfor  and  hastening  tmto  the  Second  Advent  of  the  Lord 

yj  > 
esus. 

403  L.  M. 

''^  I  ^IS  gone — the  sacred  day  is  o'er, 
X     And  we  must  leave  its  rest  awhile; 

Oh  !  may  our  waiting  hearts  once  more 
Be  gladden 'd  with  the  Master's  smile. 


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a  So  shall  this  love  our  spirits  raise, 

While  at  the  cross  we  kneel  in  prayer ; 
Dear  Saviour,  Thine  be  all  the  praise 
If  we  have  left  our  burdens  there. 

3  Spirit  of  holiness  and  power  ! 

Spirit  of  truth  and  love  divine  ! 
Thy  presence  cheers  this  closing  hour; 
Still  dwell  with  us  for  we  are  Thine. 

4  For  the  pure  manna  of  Thy  word, 

And  streams  of  life  so  richly  giveli ; 

As  pilgrims  here,  we  bless  Thee,  Lord  ! 

But  wait  the  perfect  rest  of  heaven. 

5  Sweet  hope  !  a  few  more  changing  days 

And  weary  cares  our  faith  shall  try; 
Then  for  the  songs  of  nobler  praise. 
The  ceaseless  Sabbath  of  the  sky. 

Alfred  Rooker, 

FOURTH  SUNDAY  BEFORE  ADVENT. 

''Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  soul,  and  forget  not  all  His  benefits  '' 

403  s.  M. 

MY  soul,  repeat  His  praise 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great, 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

.   2  High  as  the  heavens  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  His  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

3  His  power  subdues  our  sins  ; 

And  His  forgiving  love. 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west. 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

4  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  His  name. 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

5  Our  days  are  as  the  grass. 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  ; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 


264  FOURTH  SUNDAY  BEFORE  ADVENT. 

6  But  Thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure, 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 

^'  IVJio  hath  delivered  us  fi-ojn  the  power  of  darkness ^ 

C.  M. 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 
We  wretched  sinners  lay. 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 

He  saw,  and  oh  !  amazing  love  ! 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 
With  joyful  haste  He  fled  ; 

Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  Oh  !   for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break. 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak! 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ! 

But,  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes. 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told.  Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

^Looking  unto  Jesus,  the  Author  and  Fi?usher  of  our  faith,  who 
for  the  joy  that  was  set  before  Him,  e7idured  the  cross.^' 

8j-,  7J-,   &  4s. 
OLY  Saviour,  we  adore  Thee  ! 
_   _    Seated  on  the  throne  of  God  ; 
All  heaven's  hosts  bow  down   before  Thee, 
And  we  sing  Thy  praise  aloud. 

Thou  art  worthy  ! 
We  were  ransomed  by  Thy  blood. 

Saviour,  though  the  world  despised  Thee, 

Thouc:h  Thou  here  wast  crucified. 
Yet  the  Father's  glory  raised  Thee, 

Lord  of  all  creation  wide  ; 
Thou  art  worthy  ! 

We  shall  live,  for  Thou  hast  died. 


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FOURTH    SUNDAY    BEFORE    ADVENT.  265 

3  And  though  here  on  earth  rejected, 

'Tis  but  fellowship  with  Thee; 
What  besides  could  be  expected, 
Than  like  Thee,  our  Lord,  to  be  ? 

Thou  art  worthy  ! 
Thou  from  earth  hast  set  us  free. 

4  Haste  the  day  of  Thy  returning, 

With  Thy  ransomed  Church  to  reign ; 
Then  shall  end  our  days  of  mourning ; 
We  shall  sing  with  rapture  then, 
*'  Thou  art  worthy  !" 
Come,  Lord  Jesus,  come.  Amen. 

Samuel  P.   Tregelles, 

"  K7iowing  that  if  our  earthly  house  of  this  tabernacle  be  dissolved 

we  have  a  building  of  God^ 

8^,  ds,  8j",  ds,  6s,  6sy  6s,  6s, 

PARADISE,  O  Paradise, 
Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest  ? 
Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land, 
Where  they  that  loved  are  blest  ? 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light. 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

2  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
The  world  is  growing  old  ; 

WHio  would  not  be  at  rest  and  free 
Where  love  is  never  cold  ? 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true,  &c. 

3  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
'Tis  weary  waiting  here; 

I  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is. 
To  feel,  to  see  Him  near; 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true,  &c. 

4  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
I  want  to  sin  no  more ; 

I  want  to  be  as  pure  on  earth. 
As  on  thy  spotless  shore ; 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true,  &c. 

5  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
I  greatly  long  to  see 

The  special  place  my  dearest  Lord 
Is  destining  for  me  ; 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true,  &c, 

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266  FOURTH  SUNDAY  BEFORE  ADVENT. 

6  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
I  feel  'twill  not  be  long; 
Patience  !  I  almost  think  I  hear 
Faint  fragments  of  thy  song ; 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through. 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

Frederick  W.  Fab  a-,  1849. 

'* Strengthened  tuifh  all  might,  according  to  His  glo?-iotis  power, 
unto  all  patience  and  long-suffering  withjovfulness.'^ 

40T  s.  M. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  Love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  His  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

5  Wait,  till  the  shadows  flee  ; 

Wait  thine  appointed  hour ; 
Wait,  till  the  Bridegroom  of  thy  soul 
Reveal  His  love  with  power. 

6  The  time  of  love  will  come, 

When  thou  shalt  clearly  see. 
Not  only  that  He  shed  His  blood. 
But  that  it  flowed  for  thee  ! 

Augustus  M.  Top  lady,  1772. 

*'  Give  place,  for  the  maid  is  not  dead,  but  slccpcth.'''' 

WE  need  Thee,  Saviour !  when  dear  eyes  are  closing, 
When  on  the  cheek  the  shadow  lieth  strong. 
When  the  soft  lines  are  set  in  that  reposing 
That  never  mother  cradled  with  a  song. 


THIRD    SUNDAY    BEFORE    ADVENT.  267 

2  Then  most  we  need  the  gentle  Human  Feeling 

That  throbs  with  all  our  sorrows  and  our  fears. 
And  that  great  Love  Divine  its  light  revealing 
In  short  bright  flashes  through  a  mist  of  tears. 

3  Then  most  we  need  the  Voice  that  while  it  weepeth 

Yet  hath  a  solemn  undertone  that  saith — 
*'  Weep  not,  thy  darling  is  not  dead,  but  sleepeth; 
Only  believe,  for  I  have  conquered  death." 

4  Then  most  we  need  the  thoughts  of  Resurrection, 

Not  the  life  here,  'mid  pain,  and  sin,  and  woe, 
But  ever  in  the  fulness  of  perfection. 

To  walk  with  Him  in  robes  as  white  as  snow. 

5  Didst  Thou  not  enter  in  when  that  cold  sleeper 

Lay  still,  with  pulseless  heart  and  leaden  eyes, 
Put  calmly  forth  each  loud  tumultuous  weeper. 
And  take  her  by  the  hand  and  bid  her  rise  ? 

6  Come  to  us,  Saviour  !   in  our  lone  dejection, 

Speak  calmly  to  our  wild  and  helpless  grief, 
Bring  us  the  hopes  and  thoughts  of  Resurrection, 
Bring  us  the  comfort  of  a  true  Belief. 

7  Come  !  with  that  Human  Voice  that  breaks  in  weeping, 

Come  !  with  that  awful  Tenderness  Divine, 
Come !  tell  us  that  they  are  not  dead  but  sleeping. 
But  gone  before  to  Thee,  for  they  are  Thine. 

Cecil  Frances  Alexander, 


THIRD  SUNDAY  BEFORE  ADVENT. 


^'■So  shall  also  the  coming  of  the  Son  of  Man  be^ 
I  L.  M. 

THE  Lord  will  come —  the  earth  shall  quake. 
The  hills  their  fix^d  seat  forsake ; 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

The  Lord  will  come, — but  not  the  same 

As  once  in  lowly  form  He  came, 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led. 

The  bruised,  the  suff'ring  and  the  dead. 

The  Lord  will  come, — a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm. 
On  cherub-wings  and  wings  of  wind. 
Appointed  Judge  of  humankind. 


268  THIRD    SUNDAY    BEFORE   ADVENT. 

4  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, — 

By  power  oppressed,  and  mocked  by  pride  ? 
O  God  !  is  this  the  Crucified  ? 

5  Go,  tyrants  !  to  the  rocks  complain, 
Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain ; 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 

Shall  sing  for  joy, — "  The  Lord  is  come  !" 

Rennald  Heber,  i8ii. 


W 


^^Even  so  thejn   also  which  sleep  in  Jesus  will  God  bri?ig 

with  Hijny 

410        ,    .      .   L-^- 

E  sing  His  love,  who  once  was  slain, 
Who  soon  o'er  death  revived  again, 
That  all  His  saints  through   Him  might  have 
Eternal  conquests  o'er  the  grave 

2  The  saints  who  now  with  Jesus  sleep, 
His  own  almighty  power  shall  keep, 
Till  dawns  the  bright  illustrious  day, 
When  death  itself  shall  die  away. 

3  How  loud  shall  our  glad  voices  sing, 
When  Christ  His  risen  saints  shall  bring 
From  beds  of  dust,  and  silent  clay, 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day  ! 

4  When  Jesus  we  in  glory  meet, 
Our  utmost  joys  shall  be  complete ; 
When  landed  on  that  heavenly  shore. 
Death  and  the  curse  will  be  no  more. 

5  Hasten,  dear  Lord  !  the  glorious  day. 
And  this  delightful  scene  display, 
When  all  Thy  saints  from  death  shall  rise 
Raptured  in  bliss  beyond  the  skies. 

Rowland  Hill,  1796, 

"  Who  hast projnised  to  bring  tip  again  from  the  dead  the 

bodies  of  them  which  sleep  in  Jesus. ' ' 

L.  M. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep. 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep, 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose. 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes  ! 


THIRD    SUNDAY    BEFORE    ADVENT,  269 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !   Oh  !  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet, 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing — 

That  death  hath  lost  his  venomed  sting ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !   Oh  !   for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  ! 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !   far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Margaret  Mac kay,  1832. 

^'Make  us  to  be  nmnbered  with  Thy  saints  in  glory  everlasting.^^ 

412  ^°^'  5  ^^nes. 

OUR  year  of  grace  is  wearing  to  its  close. 
Its  autumn-storms  are  low' ring  from  the  sky: 
Shine  on  us  with  Thy  light,  O  God  most  high; 
Abide  with  us  where'er  our  pathway  goes, — 
Our  Guide  in  toil,  our  Guardian  in  repose. 

2  All  through  the  months  hath  .beamed  Thy  cheering  light, 

From  Bethl' hem's  Day-star  waxing  ever  on  : 
Through  every  cloud  Thy  blessed  Sun  hath  shone : 

Earth  may  be  dark  to  them  that  walk  by  sight, 

But  for  Thy  Church  the  day  is  always  bright. 

3  Light  us  in  life,  that  we  may  see  Thy  will, 

The  track  Thine  hand  hath  ordered  for  our  way : 
Light  us,  when  shadows  gather  o'er  our  day: 

Shine  on  us  in  that  passage  lone  and  chill. 

And  then  our  darkness  with  Thy  glory  fill. 

4  Praise  be  to  God  from  earth's  remotest  coast. 

From  lands  and  seas,  and  each  created  race : 
Praise  from  the  worlds  His  hand  hath  launched  in  space: 
Praise  from  the  Church,  and  from  the  heavenly  host : 
Praise  to  the  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Henry  A  If  or d,  1867. 
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270  SECOND    SUNDAY   BEFORE   ADVENT. 

^^ And  SO  shall  we  ever  be  with  tlie  Lord.^* 

413  c-  ^• 

JERUSALEM  !   my  happy  home  ! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold? 
Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin,  nor  sorrow  know ; 
Blest  seats  !   through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there. 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem  !   my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
'  When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

Francis  Baker,  16 16, 

Altered  dy  Dickson  &>  others. 

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^^When  the  Lord  Jesus  shall  be  revealed  from  heaven  with  His 

77iighiy  angels,  in  fia7ni7ig  fire  taking  vengeance  on  them 

that  know  not  God. ' ' 

^1  ^  8i",  3  li7tes. 

DAY  of  vengeance  without  morrow ! 
Earth  shall  end  in  flame  and  sorrow. 
As  from  saint  and  seer  we  borrow. 


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2  Ah  !  what  terror  is  impending, 
When  the  Judge  is  seen  descending^ 
And  each  secret  vail  is  rending. 

3  To  the  throne,  the  trumpet  sounding,  • 
Through  the  sepulchres  resounding. 
Summons  all,  with  voice  astounding. 

4  Death  and  nature,  mazed,  are  quaking, 
When,  the  grave's  long  slumber  breaking, 
Man  to  judgment  is  awaking. 

5  On  the  written  Volume's  pages, 
Life  is  shown  in  all  its  stages — 
Judgment-record  of  past  ages  ! 

6  Sits  the  Judge,  the  raised  arraigning, 
Darkest  mysteries  explaining, 
Nothing  unavenged  remaining. 

7  What  shall  I  then  say,  unfriended, 
By  no  advocate  attended. 

When  the  just  are  scarce  defended  ? 

8  King  of  majesty  tremendous. 
By  Thy  saving  grace  defend  us ; 
Fount  of  pity  !  safety  send  us. 

9  Holy  Jesus,  meek,  forbearing. 

For  my  sins  the  death-cross  wearing. 
Save  me,  in  that  day,  despairing. 

10  Worn  and  weary  Thou  hast  sought  me; 
By  Thy  cross  and  passion  bought  me ; 
Spare  the  hope  Thy  labors  brought  me. 

11  Righteous  Judge  of  retribution, 
Give,  O  give  me  absolution 
Ere  the  day  of  dissolution. 

12  As  a  guilty  culprit  groaning. 
Flushed  my  face,  my  errors  owning, 
Hear,  O  God,  my  spirit's  moaning. 

13  Thou  to  Mary  gav'st  remission, 
Heardst  the  dying  thief's  petition, 
Bad'st  me  hope  in  my  contrition. 

14  In  my  prayers  no  grace  discerning. 
Yet  on  me  Thy  favor. turning, 
Save  my  soul  from  endless  burning. 


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15   Give  me,  when  Thy  sheep  confiding 

Thou  art  from  the  goats  dividing, 

On  Thy  right  a  place  abiding. 
J.6  When  the  wicked  are  confomided, 

And  by  bitter  flames  surrounded. 

Be  my  joyful  pardon  sounded  ! 

17  Prostrate,  all  my  guilt  discerning,  ' 
Heart  as  though  to  ashes  turning. 
Save,  O  save  me  from  the  burning. 

18  Day  of  weeping,  when  from  ashes 
Man  shall  rise  'mid  lightning  flashes, 
Guilty,  trembling  with  contrition, 
Save  him.  Father,  from  perdition  ! 

T/iomas  of  Cclano,  1230. 

Tram  :    yohn  A.  Dix. 

"  WheJi  the  Son  of  Man  shall  co7ne  iji  His  glory ^ 
5  S.  M. 

THE  Son  of  Man  shall  come 
With  angel  hosts  around, 
'Mid  darkening  sun  and  falling  stars, 
And  trumpet's  solemn  sound. 

2  Awake,  ye  slumbering  souls. 
It  is  no  time  for  rest ; 

He  comes,  as  comes  the  lightning  flash 
Shining  from  east  to  west. 

3  Thy  servants,  Lord,  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day; 

Fill  every  heart  with  watchful  care. 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

4  Help  us  to  wait  the  hour 
In  toil  and  holy  fear, 

When,  manifested  with  Thy  saints. 
Thou  shalt  again  appear. 

5  Then,  when  the  wailing  earth 
Thy  sign  in  heaven  shall  see. 

Thou  shalt  send  forth  Thine  angel  band 

To  gather  us  to  Thee.  H.  W.  Beadon. 

^^  Come  ye  blessed  of  my  Father,  mherit  the  kingdom.^'' 
S  Si-  k.  V. 

rO,  the  day  of  Christ's  appearing,  , 

_^  Day  of  life,  and  day  of  light. 
Day  when  death  itself  shall  perish, 
Day  which  ne'er  shall  set  in  night. 


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2  Steadily  that  day  is  coming, 

When  the  just  shall  find  their  rest, 
When  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  patient  reign  most  blest. 

3  Oh,  how  past  all  utterance  happy, 

Sweet,  and  joyful,  will  it  be  ! 
When   they   who,  unseen,  have   loved   Him, 
Jesus  face  to  face  shall  see. 

4  Blessed,  then,  earth's  patient  mourners. 

Who  for  Him  have  toiled  and  died  j 
Called  to  share  with  Him  His  glory, 
With  Him  ever  to  abide. 

5  What  will  be  the  bliss  and  rapture 

None  can  dream  and  none  can  tell. 
There  to  reign  among  the  angels. 
In  that  heavenly  home  to  dwell. 

6  To  those  realms,  just  Judge,  Oh,  call  us ; 

Deign  to  open  that  blest  gate ; 
Thou,  whom  seeking,  looking,  longing. 

We  with  eager  joy  await.  Elizabeth  Charles, 

'  '■  When  He  shall  co7ne  to  be  glorified  in  His  saints, '.' 

V' 

CHRIST  will  come  and  not  delay. 
And  His  glory  will  display, 
To  reward  the  suffering  just. 
Who  in  Him  have  placed  their  trust. 
O  how  happy  !  O  how  sweet ! 
When  those  souls  shall  Jesus  meet. 
Whom  in  life  they  truly  loved, 

And  His  faithful  servants  proved.  ^. 

Happy  those  who  mourned  and  wept, 
And  their  souls  in  patience  kept ; 
Those  to  whom  the  world  gave  pain 
Now  in  endless  bliss  shall  reign. 

There  shall  .dwell  no  grief,  nor  fear; 
None  shall  ever  shed  a  tear ; 
Nor  shall  want,  nor  age,  nor  care. 
Nor  defeat  be  ever  there. 

None  the  rapture  can  conceive, 
Nor  the  perfect  joy  believe 
In  heaven's  glory  to  remain, 
And  with  angels  ever  reign. 

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274  SUNDAY    BEFORE   ADVENT. 

6  To  that  realm  Thy  children  call, 
O  Thou  righteous  Judge  of  all ; 
Thee  we  seek,  on  Thee  rely, 
Thee  implore  with  frequent  cry. 

Trans.  F.  C.  Huse7ibeth. 

*'  Gather  not  our  souls  with  sinners,  but  make  us  to  be  niwibered 

with  Thy  sai?its. ' ' 

"js,   3  lines. 

ORD,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  da^. 
Ere  from  us  it  pass  away, 
On  our  knees  we  fall  and  pray. 

2  Holy  Jesus,  grant  us  tears. 
Fill  us  with  heart-searching  fears. 
Ere  that  day  of  doom  appears. 

3  Lord,  on  us  Thy  Spirit  pour, 
Kneeling  lowly  at  the  door, 
Ere  it  close  for  evermore. 

4  By  Thy  night  of  agony. 
By  Thy  supplicating  cry. 
By  Thy  willingness  to  die, 

5  By  Thy  tears  of  bitter  woe 
For  Jerusalem  below, 
Let  us  not  Thy  love  forego. 

6  Judge  and  Saviour  of  our  race, 
Grant  us,  when  we  see  Thy  face, 
With  Thy  ransomed  ones  a  place. 

Isaac  Williams. 


SUNDAY  BEFORE  ADVENT. 


^'Behold  the  Bridegroo?n  cometh  ;  go  ye  out  to  meet  ITim. 
"tQ  js  &L  6s,  8  lines. 

REJOICE,  all  ye  believers ! 
And  let  your  lights  appear; 
The  evening  is  advancing. 

And  darker  night  is  near; 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  He  draweth  nigh  ; 
Up  !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle  ; 
At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 


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275 


2  The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near; 
Go  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear ; 
The  marriage -feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide  open  stand ; 
Up  !   up  !   ye  heirs  of  glory  ! 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

3  Ye  saints  !  who  here  in  patience 

Your  cross  and  sufferings  bore. 
Shall  live  and  reign  forever, 

Where  sorrow  is  no  more ; 
Around  the  throne  of  glory, 

The  Lamb  ye  shall  behold, 
In  triumph  cast  before  Him 

Your  diadems  of  gold. 

4  Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

O  Jesus  !  now  appear ; 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  : 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted. 

We  plead,  O  Lord  !    to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption. 

That  brings  us  unto  Thee. 

Laiirentius  Laurentz,  1700. 

((/I     J   TT  Trans.  ya7ie  Borthwick.iZz^-i,.' 

And  He  that  sat  upon  the  throne  said,  Behold,  I  make  all 
things  new.^^ 
420  V,  8  lines. 

HARK  !— the  song  of  jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore ; 
''Hallelujah  !   for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  !" 
Hallelujah  !   let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 
2  Hallelujah  !— hark  !— the  sound. 

From  the  depths  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes,  above,  beneath,  around. 

All  creation's  harmonies  : 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furled  ! 

Sheathed  His  sword  !    He  speaks— tis  done, 
And  the  kmgdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 


276  SUNDAY   BEFORE   ADVENT. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 
With  illimitable  sway ; 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away; 
Then  the  end  ; — beneath  His  rod, 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 
Hallelujah  ! — Christ  is  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all.     James  Montgomery ,  18 19. 
*^  Nevertheless  we,  according  to  His  promise ,  look  for  new 
heavens  and  a  new  earth. ' ' 

421  7-^  &  6.. 

JERUSALEM  the  golden  ! 
With  milk  and  honey  blest ; 
Beneath  Thy  contemplation 
Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest. 

2  I  know  not,  Oh  !  I  know  not 

What  joys  await  us  there, 
What  radiancy  of  glory. 
What  bliss  beyond  compare. 

3  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

AH  jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright   with  many  an  angel, 
And  all  the  martyr-throng  : 

4  The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 

The  daylight  is  serene  ; 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 
Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 

5  There  is  the  throne  of  David ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph. 
The  song  of  them  that  feast ; 

6  And  they,  who  with  their  Leader 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
For  ever  and  for  ever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

Bernard  of  Morlaix,  1 1 50. 

Trans,  yno.  M.  Neale^  1851,  altered. 

^^ Seeing  then  that  all  these  things  shall  be  dissolved^  what  man?ier 
of  persons  ought  ye  to  be  in  all  holy  conversation  aud  godliness  J' ^ 

THE  world  is  very  evil, 
The  times  are  waxing  late, 
Be  sober  and  keep  vigil. 
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The  Judge  who  comes  in  mercy. 
The  Judge  who  comes  with  might, 

Who  comes  to  end  the  evil, 

Who  comes  to  crown  the  right. 

2  Arise,  arise,  good  Christian, 

Let  right  to  wrong  succeed  ; 
Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead  ; 
To  light  that  has  no  evening. 

That  knows  no  moon  nor  sun, 
The  light  so  new  and  golden, 

The  light  that  is  but  one. 

3  O  home  of  fadeless  splendor, 

Of  flowers  that  fear  no  thorn. 
Where  they  shall  dwell  as  children 

Who  here  as  exiles  mourn ; 
'Midst  power  that  knows  no  limit, 

Where  wisdom  has  no  bound, 
The  Beatific  Vision 

Shall  glad  the  saints  around. 

4  O  happy,  holy  portion. 

Refection  for  the  blest. 
True  vision  of  true  beauty. 

True  cure  of  the  distrest : 
Strive,  man,  to  win  that  glory ; 

Toil,  man,  to  gain  that  light. 
Send  hope  before  to  grasp  it. 

Till  hope  be  lost  in  sight. 

5  O  sweet  and  blessed  country. 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country. 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Bernard  of  Morlaix,  11 50. 

Trans,  yno.  M.  Neale,  1851,  altered. 

*'  Watch,  therefore,  for  ye  know  neither  the  day  nor  the  hour  when 
the  Soft  of  Man  cometh. " 

4:23  ^-  ^-  ^  ^^^^^^' 

^'^HOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 
Before  whose  bar  severe, 
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278  THE   HOLY   COMMUNION. 

With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 

We  all  shall  soon  appear ; 
Oh  !   teach  us  to  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day: 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

2  To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown ; 
When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 

Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down, 
Th'  immortal  Son  of  Man, 

To  judge  the  human  race. 
With  all  Thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 

With  all  Thy  glorious  grace. 

3  To  temper  earthly  joys. 

To  waken  duteous  fears, 
For  ever  let  the  Archangel's  voice 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears 
The  solemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Arise  !  The  Judge  is  come ; 
Ye  saints,  go  meet  Him  in  the  sky, 

Ye  sinners,  wait  your  doom." 

4  Oh  !  may  we  thus  be  found. 

Obedient  to  His  word, 
Still  listening  for  the  trumpet's  sound. 

And  looking  for  our-  Lord : 
Oh  !  may  we  thus  insure 

Our  lot  among  the  blest. 
And  watch  a  moment,  to  secure 

An  everlasting  rest. 

Cka?ies  Wesley,  1740,  altered. 


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^^  For  My  flesh  is  77ieai  indeed,  and  My  blood  is  drink  indeed.' 

.   ys,  6  lines. 
READ  of  heaven  !  on  Thee  we  feed, 

For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 

Ever  may  our  souls  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  Bread : 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  Him  that  died. 


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Vine  of  heaven  !   Thy  blood  supplies 

This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  : 

Lord,  Thy  wounds  our  healing  give; 

To  Thy  cross  we  look  and  live : 

Jesus,  may  we  ever  be 

Grafted,  rooted,  built  in  Thee. 

yosiah  Conder,  1836. 

^^This  is  My  body  which  is  given  for  you  ^ 
Zs  &  7J-,  8  lines. 

N  the  name  of  God  the  Father, 
In  the  name  of  God  the  Son, 
In  the  name  of  God  the  Spirit, 

One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One ; 
In  the  name  which  highest  angels 

Speak  not  ere  they  veil  their  face. 
Crying — Holy  !   Holy  !   Holy  ! 

Come  we  to  this  sacred  place. 

2  Here  in  figure  represented. 

See  the  Passion  once  again. 
Here  behold  the  Lamb  most  Holy 

As  for  our  redemption  slain  ; 
Here  the  Saviour's  body  broken. 

Here  the  blood  which  Jesus  shed, 
Mystic  food  of  life  eternal. 

See  for  our  refreshment  spread. 

3  Here  shall  highest  praise  be  offered. 

Here  shall  meekest  prayers  be  poured, 
Here  with  body,  soul,  and  spirit 

God  incarnate  be  adored. 
Holy  Jesus  !   for  Thy  coming 

May  Thy  love  our  hearts  prepare : 
Thine  we  fain  would  have  them  wholly, 

Enter,  Lord,  and  tarry  there. 

J.  W.  Heweti,  1S67. 

"  He  that  eateth  My  flesh,  and  drinketh  My  blood,  dwelleth 

in  Me  and  I  in  him.^^ 

2>s,  6s,  Ss,  6s,  2>s,  8i". 

ORD,  when  before  Thy  throne  we  meet, 
Thy  goodness  to  adore. 
From  heaven,  th'  eternal  mercy-seat, 

On  us  Thy  blessing  pour, 
And  make  our  inmost  souls  to  be 
A  habitation  meet  for  Thee  ! 


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28o  THE    HOLY    COMMUNION. 

2  The  Body  for  our  ransom  given  ; 

The  blood  in  mercy  shed ; 
With  this  immortal  food  from  heaven, 

Lord  !   let  our  souls  be  fed  ! 
And,  as  we  round  Thy  table  kneel, 
Help  us  Thy  quickening  grace  to  feel ! 

3  Be  Thou,  O  Holy  Spirit,  nigh ! 

Accept  the  humble  prayer. 
The  contrite  soul's  repentant  sigh, 

The  sinner's  heartfelt  tear ! 
And  let  our  adoration  rise, 
A  fragrant  incense,  to  the  skies. 


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^^  Come,  for  all  things  are  now  ready ^ 
C,  M. 

OGOD,  unseen,  yet  ever  near, 
Thy  presence  may  we  feel ; 
And  thus  inspired  with  holy  fear, 
Before  Thine  altar  kneel. 

2  Here  may  Thy  faithful  people  know 

The  blessings  of  Thy  love ; 
The  streams  that  through  the  desert  flow ; 
The  manna  from  above. 

3  We  come,  obedient  to  Thy  word, 

To  feast  on  heavenly  food  ; 
Our  meat,  the  Body  of  the  Lord  ; 
Our  drink,  His  precious  Blood. 

4  Thus  would  we  all  Thy  words  obey  ; 

For  we,  O  God,  are  Thine ; 
And  go  rejoicing  on  our  way. 
Renewed  with  strength  divine. 

Edward  Osier,  1836. 

^^This  is  My  blood  of  the  New  Testament  which  is  shed  for  many  ^ 

428  L-  ^- 

TO  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 
Dear  name,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored  ! 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low ; 
Far,  far  above  our  mortal  songs, 
The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 


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3  Yet,  while  around  His  board  we  meet, 
And  M^orship  at  His  glorious  feet, 

Oh  !  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love. 

4  Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid. 

To  see  Thy  wondrous  love  displayed. 
Thy  broken  flesh,  Thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 

5  Let  humble,  penitential  woe. 

With  painful,  pleasing  anguish,  flow; 
And  Thy  forgiving  smiles  impart 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 

''In  this  was  manifested  the  love  of  God  toward  us,  because  that 

God  sent  His  oiily  begotten  Son  into  the  world,  that 

we  might  live  through  JIi?n. ' ' 

429  CM. 

HERE  at  Thy  table,  Lord  !  we  meet. 
To  feed  on  food  divine ; 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat. 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repast. 

Himself  comes  down,  and  dies ; 
And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  Sure,-  there  was  never  love  so  free, 

Dear  Saviour  !  so  divine ; 
*  Well  Thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  Thine. 

4  Yes,  Thou  shalt  surely  have  my  heart, 

My  soul,  my  strength,  my  all ; 
With  life  itself  I'll  freely  part. 
My  Jesus  !  at  Thy  call. 

Samuel  Stennetty  ly^y, 
moso  eateth  My  flesh  and  drinketh  My  blood  hath  eter?tal  life. ' ' 
"^^  L.  M. 

ODY  of  Jesus,  oh,  sweet  food  ! 
Blood  of  my  Saviour,  precious  blood ! 
On  these  Thy  gifts,  Eternal  Priest ! 
Grant  Thou  my  soul  in  faith  to  feast. 


B 


24* 


282  THE    HOLY    COMMUNION. 

2  Weary  and  faint  I  thirst  and  pine 

For  Thee,  my  Bread,  for  Thee,  my  Wine, 
Till  strengthened,  as  Elijah  trod, 
I  journey  to  the  mount  of  God. 

3  There,  clad  in  white,  with  crown  and  palm, 
At  the  great  Supper  of  the  Lamb, 

Be  mine,  with  all  Thy  saints  to  rest. 
Like  him  that  leaned  upon  Thy  breast. 

4  Saviour  !  till  then,  I  fain  would  know 
That  feast  above  by  this  below ; 

This  bread  of  life,  this  wondrous  food, 
Thy  body  and  Thy  precious  blood. 

Arthur  C.  Coxe. 


431 


J 


^^The  bread  which  we  break,  is  it  not  the  communion  of  the 

body  of  Christ  f 
S.  M. 

y  ESUS  invites  His  saints 

To  meet  around  His  board ; 
Here  pardon' d  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  He  gives  His  flesh  ; 
He  bids  us  drink  His  blood : 

Amazing  favor,  matchless  grace, 
Of  our  descending  God  ! 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 
Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'rest  in  His  death. 

4  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 
Christ  and  His  members  one ; 

We,  the  young  children  of  His  love, 
And  He,  the  first-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  several  parts 
Of  the  same  broken  Bread, 

One  body  with  its  several  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  Head. 

6  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined. 
His  glorious  name  to  raise  ; 

Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind. 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,   1707. 


HOLY    BAPTISM.  283 

HOLY  BAPTISM. 


^^ According  to  His  mercy  He  saved  us  by  the  washing  of  regene- 
ration and  renewing  of  the  Holy  Ghost. ' ' 

432  _  7- 

|3  ARDONED  through  redeeming  grace, 
_^     In  Thy  blessed  Son  revealed, 
Worshiping  before  Thy  face, 

Lord,  to  Thee  ourselves  we  yield. 

2  Thou  the  sacrifice  receive. 

Humbly  offered  through  Thy  Son ; 
Quicken  us  in  Him  to  live ; 
Lord,  in  us  Thy  will  be  done. 

3  By  the  hallowed  outward  sign. 

By  the  cleansing  grace  within. 
Seal,  and  make  us  wholly  Thine : 
Wash,  and  keep  us  pure  from  sin. 

4  Called  to  bear  the  Christian  name, 

May  our  vows  and  life  accord. 
And  our  every  deed  proclaim 
*'  Holiness  unto  the  Lord  !  " 

Edward  Osier,  1836. 

*'  He  shall  gather  the  lambs  in  His  arms  and  carry  them  in  His 

bosom, ' ' 

433  6^  &  ^' 

SHEPHERD  of  tender  youth ! 
Guiding  in  love  and  truth, 
Through  devious  ways; 
Christ,  our  triumphant  King  ! 
We  come  Thy  name  to  sing, 
And  here  our  children  bring. 
To  shout  Thy  praise. 

2  Thou  art  our  holy  Lord  ! 
The  all-subduing  Word, 

Healer  of  strife ! 
Thou  didst  Thyself  abase. 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race. 

And  give  us  life  ! 

3  Thou  art  the  great  High  Priest ! 
Thou  hast  prepared  the  feast 

Of  heavenly  love ; 


284  HOLY    BAPTISM. 

While  in  our  mortal  pain, 
None  calls  on  Thee  in  vain, 
Help  Thou  dost  not  disdain,— 
Help  from  above. 

4  Ever  be  Thou  our  Guide, 
Our  Shepherd  and  our  Pride, 

Our  Staff  and  Song  ! 
Jesus !  Thou  Christ  of  God  ! 
By  Thy  perennial  Word 
Lead  us  where  Thou  hast  trod. 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

5  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  Thy  praises  high, 

And  joyful  sing ! 
Let  all  the  holy  throng. 
Who  to  Thy  Church  belong. 
Unite  and  swell  the  song 

To  Christ  our  King  !     Clement  of  Alexandria,  200. 

Trans.  H.  M.  Dexter. 

**  Except  a  7Jian  be  born  of  water  and  of  the  Spirit^  he  cannot  en- 
ter into  the  kingdom  of  God^ 
German  Choral. 

LESSED  Jesus,  here  we  stand. 
Met  to  do  as  Thou  hast  spoken ; 
And  this  child,  at  Thy  command. 
Now  we  bring  to  Thee,  in  token 
That  to  Thee  it  here  is  given ; 
For  of  such  shall  be  Thy  heaven. 

2  Yes,  Thy  warning  voice  is  plain, 
And  we  fain  would  keep  it  duly. 

"  He  who  is  not  born  again. 

Heart  and  life  renewing  truly. 
Born  of  water  and  the  Spirit, 
Will  My  kingdom  ne'er  inherit." 

3  Therefore  hasten  we  to  Thee ; 
Take  the  pledge  we  bring,  O  take  it ! 

Let  us  here  Thy  glory  see. 

And  in  tender  pity  make  it 
Now  Thy  child,  and  leave  it  never, — 
Thine  on  earth  and  Thine  for  ever. 

4  Make  it,  Lord,  Thy  member  now; 
Shepherd,  take  Thy  lamb,  and  feed  it ; 

Prince  of  Peace,  its  peace  be  Thou; 
Way  of  life,  to  heaven  lead  it ; 


3 


B 


MARRIAGE.  285 

Vine,  this  branch  may  nothing  sever, 
Be  it  graft  in  Thee  for  ever. 

Now  upon  Thy  heart  it  lies ! 

What  our  hearts  so  dearly  treasure ; 
Heavenward  lead  our  burdened  sighs, 

Pour  Thy  blessing  without  measure ; 
Write  the  name  we  now  have  given, — 
Write  it  in  the  book  of  heaven. 

Benjamin  Schmolk,  1704. 

Trans.  Catherine  Winkivorth,  1858. 


CONFIRMATION. 


435 


*'Stre7tgfhen  them  through  the  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter, 
and  daily  increase  in  them  the  mafiifold  gifts 
of  Thy  grace. ' ' 
L.  M. 


COME,  ever-blessed  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  Thy  servants'  hearts  Thy  home  : 
Thus  consecrated.  Lord,  to  Thee 
May  each  a  living  temple  be ! 

2  Enrich  that  temple's  holy  shrine  ^ 
With  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  divine  : 
With  wisdom,  light,  and  knowledge  bless. 
Strength,  counsel,  fear,  and  godliness ! 

3  O  Trinity  in  Unity, 

One  only  God  in  Persons  Three, 

In  whom,  through  whom,  by  whom  we  live. 

In  Thee  we  praise  and  glory  give  ! 

4  O  grant  us  so  to  use  Thy  grace, 
That  we  may  see  Thy  glorious  face, 
And  ever,  with  the  heavenly  host. 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Christopher  Wordswort/u 

MARRIAGE. 

''O  Lord,  bless  them  both,  and  graft t  them  to  inherit  Thine 
everlasting  kingdom. 
S.  M. 


436 


How  welcome  was  the  call. 
And  sweet  the  festal  lay, 
When  Jesus  deigned  in  Cana's  hall 
To  bless  the  marriage  day. 


2S6  3VIARRIAGE. 

2  And  happy  was  the  Bride, 

And  glad  the  Bridegroom's  heart, 
For  He  who  tarried  at  their  side 
Bade  grief  and  ill  depart. 

3  O  Lord  of  life  and  love, 

Come  Thou  again  to-day ; 
And  bring  a  blessing  from  above 
That  ne'er  shall  pass  away. 

4  O  bless,  as  erst  of  old, 

The  Bridegroom  and  the  Bride  ; 
Bless  with  the  holier  stream  that  flowed 
Forth  from  Thy  pierced  side. 

5  Before  Thine  altar-throne 

This  mercy  we  implore  ; 
As  Thou  dost  knit  them,  Lord,  in  one, 
So  bless  them  evermore. 

He7iry  W.  Baker,  i86l. 


'*  God  the  Father,  God  the  Soft,  God  the  Holy  Ghosty 
I? less y  preserve,  and  keep  you. ' ' 

437  7^  &  6x. 

THE  voice  that  breathed  o'er  Eden, 
That  earliest  wedding  day, 
The  primal  marriage  blessing, 
It  hath  not  passed  away  : 


2  Still  in  the  pure  espousal 

Of  Christian  man  and  maid 
The  holy  Three  are  with  us, 
The  threefold  grace  is  said. 

3  Be  present,  awful  Father, 

To  give  away  this  Bride, 
As  Eve  Thou  gav'st  to  Adam 
Out  of  his  own  pierced  side  ! 

4  Be  present,  Son  Eternal, 

To  join  their  loving  hands. 
As  Thou  didst  bind  two  natures 
In  Thine  eternal  bands ; 

5  Be  present,  Holy  Spirit, 

To  bless  them  as  they  kneel. 
As  Thou  for  Christ,  the  Bridegroom, 
His  Spouse  the  Church,  doth  seal. 


ORDINATION    AND    INSTALLATION    OF    MINISTERS.  287 

6  O  spread  Thy  pure  wing  o'er  them, 
Let  no  ill  power  find  place, 
When  onward  to  Thine  altar 
The  hallowed  path  they  trace. 

;  To  cast  their  crowns  before  Thee, 
In  perfect  sacrifice, 
Till  to  the  home  of  gladness 

With  Christ's  own  Bride  they  rise. 

John  Keble,  1857. 


ORDINATION  AND  INSTALLATION  OF 
MINISTERS. 


*^Let  Thy  pfHests  be  clothed  with  righteousness ^ 
L.  M. 

LORD,  pour  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high, 
And  Thine  ordained  servants  bless ; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  Thy  priests  with  righteousness. 

2  Within  Thy  temple  when  they  stand. 

To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  Thee, 
Saviour,  like  stars  in  Thy  right  hand, 
Let  all  Thy  Church's  pastors  be. 

3  Wisdom,  and  zeal,  and  love  impart. 

Firmness  and  meekness  from  above. 
To  bear  Thy  people  in  their  heart 

And  love  the  souls  whom  Thou  dost  love. 

4  To  love,  and  pray,  and  never  faint. 

By  day  and  night  their  guard  to  keep. 
To  warn  the  sinner,  form  the  saint. 

To  feed  Thy  lambs,  and  tend  Thy  sheep. 

5  So,  when  their  work  is  finished  here. 

They  may  in  hope  their  charge  resign ; 
So,  when  their  Master  shall  appear. 
They  may  with  crowns  of  glory  shine. 

James  Montgomery. 

Let  your  loins  be  girded  about,  and  your  lights  burning.^  ^ 
9  S.   M. 

YE  servants  of  the  Lord  ! 
Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heavenly  word. 
And  watchful  at  His  gate. 


288  ORDINATION    AND    INSTALLATION    OF    MINISTERS. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame ; 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  name. 

3  Watch  !   'tis  your  Lord's  command; 

And,  while  we  speak,  He's  near; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see. 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 

^^A  watchful  guardian  over  Thy  fold  and  a  follower  of  the  true 
Shepherd  who  giveth  His  life  for  the  sheep. ' ' 

440  c.  M. 

LORD,  Thine  appointed  servants  bless, 
That  they  may  faithful  be, 
To  preach  the  truth  in  righteousness. 
And  sinners  win  to  Thee. 

2  Uphold  them  by  Almighty  power, 

Thy  strength  divine  impart, 
And,  in  each  dark  and  trying  hour. 
Cheer  Thou  their  fainting  heart. 

3  In  holy  watchfulness  and  prayer, 

O  keep  them  near  Thy  side ; 
May  they  with  loving  zeal  declare 
A  Saviour  crucified. 

4  Great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep,  draw  near, 

Thy  Spirit  now  be  given ; 
That  they  who  preach,  and  those  who  hear, 
May  sing  Thy  praise  in  heaven. 

*'Send  down  the  Holy  Ghost  upon  Thy  servant.^* 
4.AI  6j  &  4f. 

r~>^  HOLY  Lord,  our  God, 

y^J   By  heavenly  hosts  adored. 

Hear  us,  we  pray  : 
To  Thee  the  cherubim. 
Angels  and  Seraphim, 
Unceasing  praises  bring — 

Their  homage  pay. 


THE    BURIAL    OF    THE    DEAD.  289 

Here  give  Thy  word  success  ; 
And  this  Thy  servant  bless; 

His  labors  own  ; 
And  while  the   sinners'   Friend 
His  life  and  words  commend, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  send, 

And  make  Him  known. 

May  every  passing  year 
More  happy  still  appear 

Than  this  glad  day ; 
With  numbers  fill  the  place, 
Adorn  Thy  saints  with  grace ; 
Thy  truth  may  all  embrace, 

O  Lord,  we  pray. 


ORDINATION  AND  INSTALLATION  OF  EL- 
DERS  AND  DEACONS. 


p 


^'Zef  every  fruit  of  the  Spirit  appear  and  abound  in  them  J*  ^ 
~  ~  CM. 

ATHER  of  mercies  !  condescend 
To  hear  our  fervent  prayer. 
While  these  our  brethren  we  commend 
To  Thy  paternal  care. 

Before  them  set  an  open  door  ; 

Their  various  efforts  bless ; 
On  them  Thy  Holy  Spirit  pour, 

And  crown  them  with  success. 
Endow  them  with  a  heavenly  mind ; 

Supply  their  every  need  ; 
Make  them  in  spirit  meek,  resigned, 

But  bold  in  word  and  deed. 
In  every  tempting,  trying  hour. 

Uphold  them  by  Thy  grace, 
And  guard  them  by  Thy  mighty  power, 

Till  they  shall  end  their  race. 

Thomas  Morell,  1818,  altered, 

THE  BURIAL  OF  THE  DEAD. 


"  Whosoever  liveth  and  believe th  in  Me  shall  never  die.^* 

443     _  s.  M. 

T  is  not  death  to  die, — 

To  leave  this  weary  road,  "" 

25 


I 


290  THE    BURIAL    OF    THE    DEAD. 

And,  midst  the  brotherhood  on  high, 
To  be  at  home  with  God. 

2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears. 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust, 
And  rise,  on  strong  exulting  wing, 
To  live  among  the  just. 

4  Jesus,  Thou  Prince  of  life  ! 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die  ; 
Like  Thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  reign  with  Thee  on  high. 

George  IV.  BctJiiine,  1S47. 

*^ Behold  I  show  you  a  mystery :    7ue  shall  not  all  sleep ^  but  we 

shall  all  be  changed.^'* 

C.  M. 

AS  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again 
Victorious  from  the  dead. 
So  His  disciples  rise,  and  reign 
With  their  triumphant  Head. 

2  The  time  draws  nigh,  when,  from  the  clouds, 
Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend  ; 

And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 

3  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be. 
And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake ; 

The  graves  shall  yield  their  ancient  charge, 
And  earth's  foundations  shake. 

4  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 
With  joy  shall  mount  on  high; 

The  heavenly  host,  with  praises  loud, 
Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 

5  Together  to  their  Father's  house, 
With  joyful  hearts,  they  go  ; 

And  dwell  forever  with  the  Lord, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  woe. 

Michael  Bruce,  1768. 


SERVICE    AT    SEA.  29 1 

"Earth  to  earth,  ashes  to  ashes,  dust  to  dusty 
5  Hi-. 

rHE  things  of  the  earth,  in  the  earth  let  us  lay, 
The  ashes  with  ashes,  the  dust  with  the  clay : 
But  lift  up  the  heart,  and  the  eye,  and  the  love, 
O  lift  up  the  soul  to  the  regions  above  ! 

Since  He,  the  Immortal,  hath  entered  the  gate, 
So  too  shall  we  mortals,  or  sooner  or  late : 
Then  stand  we  on  Christ ;  let  us  mark  Him  ascend, 
For  His  is  the  glory  and  life  without  end. 

On  earth  with  His  own  ones,  the  Giver  of  good, 
Bestowing  His  blessing,  a  little  while  stood  : 
Now  nothing  can  part  us,  nor  distance,  nor  foes, 
For  lo  !   He  is  with  us,  and  who  can  oppose  ? 

So,  Lord,  we  commit  this  our  bi'other  to  Thee, 
Whose  body  is  dead,  but  whose  spirit  is  free : 
We  know  that  thro'  grace,  when  our  life  here  is  done. 
We  live  still  in  Thee,  and  forever  in  one. 

All  glory  to  Thee,  Father,  Spirit,  and  Son, 

Who  Three  art  in  Person,  in  substance  but  One, 

In  whom  we  have  victory  over  the  grave. 

Who  lovest  Thy  people  to  pardon  and  save. 

From  the  Greek. 
Trans.  Jno.  M.  Neale,  1864,  altered. 


SERVICE  AT  SEA. 


''  So  He  bringeth  them  unto  their  desired  haven^ 
L.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  Father,  hear  our  cry. 
As  o'er  the  trackless  deep  we  roam; 
Be  Thou  our  haven  always  nigh. 

On  homeless  waters  Thou  our  home ! 

O  Jesus,  Saviour,  at  whose  voice 

The  tempest  sank  to  perfect  rest. 
Bid  Thou  the  mourner's  heart  rejoice. 

And  cleanse  and  calm  the  troubled  breast. 

O  Holy  Ghost,  beneath  whose  power 

The  ocean  woke  to  life  and  light, 
Command  Thy  blessing  in  this  hour, 

Thy  fostering  warmth,  Thy  quickening  might. 


292  SERVICE    AT    SEA. 

4  Thee,  God,  the  Holy  Trinity, 

We  love,  we  worship,  we  adore; 
Our  refuge  on  time's  changeful  sea, 
Our  joy  on  heaven's  eternal  shore. 

E.  H.  Bickersteih. 


*^IIe  maketh  the  storm  a  calm,  so  that  the  waves  thereof  are  stilL''^ 

447  c.  M. 

OLORD,  be  with  us  when  we  sail 
Upon  the  lonely  deep. 
Our  guard  when  on  the  silent  deck 
The  midnight  watch  we  keep. 

2  We  need  not  fear,  though  all  around 

'Mid  rising  winds  we  hear 
The  multitude  of  waters  surge : 
For  Thou,  O  God,  art  near. 

3  The  calm,  the  breeze,  the  gale,  the  storm, 

That  pass  from  land  to  land, 
All,  all  are  Thine,  are  held  within 
The  hollow  of  Thine  hand. 

4  If  duty  calls  from  threatened  strife 

To  guard  our  native  shore. 
And  shot  and  shell  are  answering 
The  booming  cannon's  roar ; 

5  Be  Thou  the  mainguard  of  our  host. 

Till  war  and  dangers  cease, 
Defend  the  right,  put  up  the  sword, 
And  through  the  world-make  peace. 

6  To  Thee  the  Father,  Thee  the  Son, 

Whom  earth  and  sky  adore. 
And  Spirit,  moving  o'er  the  deep, 
Be  praise  for  evermore.  . 

"  Whe7i  thou  passest  through  the  waters  I  will  be  with  thee.^* 

448  7"^'  ^^'  ^  lines. 

THE  ocean  hath  no  danger 
For  those  whose  prayers  are  made 
To  Him,  who  in  a  manger 

A  helpless  Babe  was  laid  ; 
Who,  born  to  tribulation. 

And  every  human  ill. 
Yet,  Lord  of  His  creation. 
The  wildest  waves  can  still. 


SERVICE    AT    SEA.  293 

If  fierce  the  tempest  round  us, 

And  white  the  angry  deep  ; 
Yet  He,  when  lost  who  found  us. 

Can  still  His  treasure  keep : 
Nor  wind   nor  wave   can  harm  us, 

Though  hope  itself  grow  dim, 
No  tempest  need  alarm  us. 

If  peace  we  seek  in  Him. 

Though  life  itself  be  waning, 

And  waves  shall  o'er  us  sweep, 
The  wild  winds'  sad  complaining 

Shall  lull  us  still  to  sleep: 
For  as  a  gentle  slumber 

E'en  death  itself  shall  prove 
To  those,  whom  Christ  doth  number, 

As  worthy  of  His  love. 

Then,  Holy  Jesus,  hear  us. 

And  keep  us  free  from  harm  ; 
Have  pity,  Lord,  and  bear  us 

On  Thy  supporting  arm  : 
Should  storm  or  calm  befall  us, 

Whate'er  our  lot  may  be. 
When  all  is  o'er,  then  call  us 

Home,  Saviour,  home  to  Thee. 

Godfrey  Thring. 

^^  God  is  our  refuge  and  strength,  a  very  present  help  in  trouble^'* 

S.  M. 

THOU  who  didst  prepare 
The  ocean's  sounding  deep. 
And  bid  the  gath'ring  waters  there 
In  mighty  concourse  sweep  : 

2  Toss'd  in  our  reeling  bark    • 
On  this  tumultuous  sea, 

Thy  wondrous  ways,  O  Lord,  we  mark. 
And  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee. 

3  Borne  on  the  stormy  wave, 
In  measured  sweep  we  go. 

Nor  dread  th'  unfathomable  grave 
That  ever  yawns  below. 

4  Jesus  is  nigh  who  trod 
Of  old  that  foaming  spray. 

Whose  billows  own'd  th'  Incarnate  God, 
And  died  in  calm  away. 

25* 


294  THE   LAYING    OF    A    CORNER-STONE. 

5  Tho'  swells  the  threatening  tide 

Mounting  to  heaven  above, 
We  know  in  whom  our  souls  confide 
And  fearless  trust  His  love. 

6  Snatch' d  from  a  darker  deep, 

And  waves  of  wilder  foam. 
Thou,    Lord,    our  trusting  souls  shalt  keep. 
And  waft  them  safely  home. 

7  Home  where  no  tempests  sound. 

Nor  angry  waters  roar. 
Nor  troublous  billows  heave  around 

Th'  eternal,  peaceful  shore.  Ton7ia. 

*'IIe  bowed  the  heavens  also,  and  came  down,  and  darkness 

was  under  HimJ'^ 

C.  M. 

HE 'Lord  descended  from  above. 
And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high, 
And  underneath  His  feet  He  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim 
Full  royally  He  rode  ; 

And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  And  like  a  den  most  dark  He  made 
His  hidden  secret  place  ; 

With  waters  black  and  airy  clouds 
Encompassed  He  was. 

4  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods. 
Their  fury  to  restrain ; 

And  He,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

Thomas  Siernhold,  1549. 

THE  LAYING  OF  A  CORNER-STONE. 


T' 


**  The  glory  of  Lebanon  shall  come  unto  thee,  the  fir  tree,  the  pint 

tree,  and  the  box  tree  together,  to  beautify  the  place  of 

My  sanctuary. ' ' 

451  L.  M. 

OLORD  of  hosts,  whose  glory  fills 
The  bounds  of  the  eternal  hills, 
And  yet  vouchsafes,  in  Christian  lands, 
To  dwell  in  temples  made  with  hands : 


THE    LAYING    OF    A    CORNER-STONE.  295 

2  Grant  that  we,  who  here  to-day 
Rejoicing  this  foundation  lay, 
May  be  in  very  deed  Thine  own. 
Built  on  the  precious  Corner-stone. 

3  Endue  the  creatures  with  Thy  grace, 
That  shall  adorn  Thy  dwelling-place ;  ^ 
The  beauty  of  the  oak  and  pine, 

The  gold  and  silver,  they  are  Thine. 

4  To  Thee  they  all  pertain ;  to  Thee 
The  treasures  of  the  earth  and  sea ; 
And  when  we  bring  them  to  Thy  throne, 
We  render.  Lord,  to  Thee  Thine  own. 

5  The  architects  endue  with  skill : 

The  hands  that  work  preserve  from  ill ; 
May  all  who  build  this  house  to  Thee, 
Built  in  Thy  heavenly  Temple  be. 

6  Both  now  and  ever.  Lord,  protect 
The  temple  of  Thine  own  elect ; 

Be  Thou  in  them,  and  they  in  Thee, 
O  ever  blessed  Trinity. 

John  M.  Neale. 

*'  That  Thine  eyes  may  he  open  towards  this  house  night  and  day 
even  toward  the  place  of  which  Thou  hast  said,   'My  name     " 
shall  be  there. '  ' ' 
452  L.  M. 

THIS  stone  to  Thee  in  faith  we  lay. 
We  build  the  temple.  Lord,  to  Thee. 
Thine  eye  be  open  night  and  day 
To  guard  this  house  and  sanctuary. 

2  Here,  when  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face. 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live. 
Hear  Thou  in  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  Thou  hearest,  O  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  Thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  Thy  Son, 
Still  by  the  power  of  His  great  name 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4.  Hosanna  !  to  their  heavenly  King, 

When  children's  voices  raise  that  song, 
Hosanna  !  let  their  angels  sing 
And  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong. 


296  THE    CONSECRATION    OF    A    CHURCH. 

5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
Here  Mdll  the  world's  Redeemer  reign? 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

6  That  glory  never  hence  depart? 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone : 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  Thy  throne. 

James  Montgomery. 


THE  CONSECRATION  OF  A  CHURCH. 


*^The  Lord  loveth  the  gates  of  Zion  more  than  all  the  dwellings 

of  Jacobs 

I  C.  M. 


GOD,  who  lovest  to  abide. 
In  Zion's  chosen  gate, 
More  than  the  thousand  tents  beside, 
Where  Israel's  faithful  wait; 

2  Accept  our  works,  and  hear  our  vows, 

Unworthy  though  we  be ; 
And  look  in  mercy  on  the  House 
We  dedicate  to  Thee. 

3  Here  answer  Thou,  as  Thou  art  wont, 

Thy  people  when  they  pray ; 
Here  in  the  waters  of  Thy  font 
Let  sin  be  washed  away. 

4  Here  set  Thy  Confirmation's  seal 

For  ghostly  strength  and  good  ; 
Here  give  Thy  people,  as  they  kneel. 
Their  Saviour's  Flesh  and  Blood. 

5  If  after  sin  they  seek  Thy  face, 

And  by  Thy  precepts  live, 
Hear  Thou  in  heaven  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  Thou  hear'st,  forgive! 

6  If  there  be  famine  in  the  land, 

Or  pestilence,  or  foe. 
Stretch  out  from  heaven  Thy  strong  right  hand, 
When  here  Thy  flock  fall  low. 


THE    CONSECR^VTION    OF    A    CHURCH.  297 

7  Bless  those,  O  Lord,  and  hear  their  cry, 

That  raised  Thy  Temple  here : 
That  in  Thy  House  beyond  the  sky, 
With  joy  they  may  appear ! 

8  All  worship  be  to  God  alone ; 

Traise  to  the  Father  be, 
To  Christ,  the  precious  Corner-stone, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee. 

John  M.  Neale, 

^^ Jesus  Christ  Himself  being  the  chief  Corner-stoned 

4:54:  "^^  ^  7"^'  ^  iines. 

CHRIST  is  made  the  sure   Foundation, 
And  the  precious  Corner-stone, 
Who,  the  two-fold  walls  surmounting. 

Bind  them  closely  into  one  : 
Holy  Zion's  help  for  ever. 
And  her  confidence  alone. 

2  All  that  dedicated  City 

Dearly  loved  by  God  on  high, 
In  exultant  jubilation 

Pours  perpetual  melody ; 
God  the  One,  and  God  the  Trinal, 

Singing  everlastingly. 

3  To  this  temple,  where  we  call  Thee, 

Come,  O  Lord  of  Hosts,  to-day  ! 
With  Thy  wonted  loving-kindness 

Hear  Thy  people  as  they  pray ; 
And  Thy  fullest  benediction 

Shed  within  its  walls  for  aye. 

4  Here  vouchsafe  to  all  Thy  servants 

What  they  supplicate  to  gain  : 
Here  to  have  and  hold  for  ever 

Those  good  things  their  prayers  obtain  ; 
And  hereafter  in  Thy  glory 

With  Thy  blessed  ones  to  reign. 

5  Laud  and  honor  to  the  Father ; 

Laud  and  honor  to  the  Son ; 
Laud  and  honor  to  the  Spirit ; 

Ever  Three  and  ever  One : 
Consubstantial,  Coeternal, 

While  unending  ages  run, 

Latin  Hymn. 

Trans,  yohn.  M.  Neale,  1851. 


29S  THE    CONSECRATION    OF    A    BURIAL    GROUND. 

* '  Behold  the  tabernacle  of  God  is  with  men. ' ' 

WHEN  the  Architect  Almighty  fashion' d  had  the  heaven 
and  earth, 
Temple  of  the  glorious  Godhead,  angels  shouted  at  their  birth ; 
Morning  stars  in  holy  concert  sang  a  joyful  Jubilee; 
And  the  whole  creation  chanted.  Hallelujah,  Lord  to  Thee  ! 
In  a  moving  Tabernacle,  Thou,  O  Lord,  didst  deign  to  dwell, 
In  the  darkness  and  the  stillness  of  the  holy  oracle; 
In  the  awful  cloud  was  shrouded,  in  the  fire  Thy  presence  shone, 
In  the  consecrated  Temple  of  the  royal  Solomon. 

God  in  human  flesh  appearing,  shrining  man  with  Deity, 
And  presented  in  the  Temple  did  of  old  vouchsafe  to  be ; 
In  the  Temple  holy  Jesus  as  a  Child  and  Teacher  sate ; 
And  the  Feast  of  Dedication  God  with  us  did  celebrate. 

Look  from  heaven,  and  shine  upon  us  with  the  lustre  of  Thy  face, 
Send  on  us  the  Pentecostal  benedictions  of  Thy  grace ; 
Ever  present  and  propitious  to  the  eye  of*  faith  appear 
In  the  worship  of  the  Temple  which  to  Thee  to-day  we  rear. 

Here,  O  Lord,  an  earthly  temple  to  Thy  name  we  dedicate, 
And  we  pray  Thee  with  Thy  Holy  Spirit  us  to  consecrate; 
Consecrate  us  to  be  temples  of  the  Blessed  Three  in  One, 
Founded  on  Apostles,  Prophets,  Jesus  Christ  the  Corner-stone. 
So  when  all  our  earthly  temples  are  dissolved  in  the  dust, 
May  we  at  Thy  Resurrection  rise  in  glory  with  the  just. 
When  the  heavenly  city  shining,  and  adorned  as  a  Bride 
For  her  Husband,  in  His  glory  shall  be  ever  glorified. 

When  that  holy  City  gleaming  with  its  jewels,  pearls,  and  gold, 
Shall  descend,  and  in  its  portals  all  the  risen  saints  enfold ; 
May  we  in  its  light  eternal  sing  with  all  the  heavenly  host 
^  Glory  be  to  God  the  Father,  to  the  Son  and  Holy  Ghost.' 

Christopher  Wordsiuorih, 


THE  CONSECRATION  OF  A  BURIAL  GROUND. 


*'  For  the  hour  is  coining  in  the  which  all  that  are  in  the  graves 
shall  hear  His  voice,  and  cotne  forth.^^ 
,g  C.  M. 

'"T^HE  trump  shall  sound,  and  in  the  clouds 

X        The  Lord  shall  be  reveal' d, 
And  every  grave  shall  open'd  be, 

And  every  tomb  unseal' d.  • 


THANKSGIVING. 

2  Christ  will  transform  His  risen  saints 

With  power  and  love  divine; 
Their  bodies  will  in  heavenly  light 
Like  to  His  body  shine. 

3  Call'd  forth  to  meet  their  coming  Lord, 

And  caught  up  in  the  air, 
They  will  to  heaven  be  borne,  and  dwell 
With  Him  for  ever  there. 

4  O  therefore  bless  the  Lord  of  life, 

Who  pluck' d  from  Death  his  sting, 
And  will  His  people  through  the  grave 
To  joys  immortal  bring. 

5  Lord,  give  us  grace  to  die  to  sin. 

And  rise  to  life  renewed  ; 
That  we  may  rise  to  endless  life 
In  Thy  similitude. 

6  Glory  to  Father,  and  to  Son, 

Who  died  that  we  may  live, 
And  quickening  Spirit,  ever  blest,     - 
Eternal  glory  give. 


299 


C.  Wordsworth^ 


THANKSGIVING. 


^^ Enter  into  His  gates  with  thanksgiving,  and  into  His 

courts  with  praise. ' ' 

L.  M. 

ALL  people,  that  on  earth  do  dwell ! 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice ; 
Him  serve  with  fear.  His  praise  forth  tell ; 
Come  ye  before  Him,  and  rejoice. 

2  Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  indeed : 
Without  our  aid  He  did  us  make ; 

We  are  His  flock,  He  doth  us  feed, 
And  for  His  sheep  He  doth  us  take. 

3  Oh,  enter  then  His  gates  with  praise. 
Approach  with  joy  His  courts  unto ; 

Praise,  laud,  and  bless  His  name  always, 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 


300  THANKSGIVING. 

4  For  why?  The  Lord  our  God  is  good, 
His  mercy  is  forever  sure ; 
His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 

John  Hopkins,  or  Wm.  Keths,  about  1 562. 

'  ^Make  a  joyful  noise  unto  the  Lord  all  ye  lands. ' ' 


ING  Alleluia  forth  in  duteous  praise, 
O  citizens  of  heaven  ;  and  sweetly  raise 
An  endless  Alleluia. 

2  Ye  next,  who  stand  before  th'  Eternal  Light, 
In  hymning  choirs  re-echo  to  the  height 

An  endless  Alleluia. 

3  The  Holy  City  shall  take  up  your  strain. 
And  with  glad  songs  resounding  wake  again 

An  endless  Alleluia. 

4  In  blissful  antiphons  ye  thus  rejoice 

To  render  to  the  Lord  with  thankful  voice 
An  endless  Alleluia. 

5  Ye  who  have  gained  at  length  your  palms  in  bliss, 
Victorious  ones,  your  chant  shall  still  be  this. 

An  endless  Alleluia. 

6  There,  in  one  grand  acclaim,  for  ever  ring 
The  strains  which  tell  the  honor  of  your  king 

An  endless  Alleluia. 

7  This  is  the  rest  for  weary  ones  brought  back, 
This  is  the  food  and  drink  which  none  shall  lack, 

An  endless  Alleluia. 

8  While  Thee,  by  whom  were  all  things  made,  we  praise 
For  ever,  and  tell  out  in  sweetest  lays 

An  endless  Alleluia. 

9  Almighty  Christ,  to  Thee  our  voices  sing 
Glory  for  evermore ;  to  Thee  we  bring 

An  endless  Alleluia.  From  the  Latin. 

Trans,  jfno.  Ellerton. 


459 


^^ And  on  His  head  were  many  crowns ^ 
S.  M.    8  lines. 

CROWN  Him  with  many  crowns, 
The  Lamb  upon  His  throne ; 
Hark  how  the  heavenly  anthem  drowns 
All  music  but  its  own ; 


THANKSGIVING. 


301 


26 


With  His  most  precious  Blood 
From  sin  He  set  us  free ; 
We  hail  Him  as  our  matchless  King 
Through  all  eternity. 

2  Crown  Him,  the  virgin's  Son 
The  God  Incarnate  born, 

Whose  arm  those  crimson  trophies  won, 

Which  now  His  brow  adorn  : 

Fruit  of  the  mystic  Rose, 

As  of  that  Rose  the  Stem ; 
The  Root  whence  mercy  ever  flows, 

The  Babe  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Crown  Him,  the  Lord  of  Love  : 
Behold  His  hands  and  side, 

Rich  wounds,  yet  visible  above 

In  beauty  glorified  ; 

No  angel  in  the  sky 

Can  fully  bear  that  sight. 
But  downward  bends  his  burning  eye 

At  mysteries  so  bright. 

4  Crown  Him,  the  Lord  of  Peace  : 
Whose  power  a  sceptre  sways 

From  pole  to  pole,  that  wars  may  cease, 

And  all  be  prayer  and  praise : 

His  reign  shall  know  no  end. 

And  round  His  pierced  feet 
Fair  flowers  of  Paradise  extend 

Their  fragrance  ever  sweet. 

5  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  years. 
The  Potentate  of  time, 

Creator  of  the  rolling  spheres, 

Ineffably  sublime ; 

Glassed  in  a  sea  of  light, 

Whose  everlasting  waves 
Reflect  His  form, — the  Infinite — 

Who  lives,  and  loves,  and  saves. 

6  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  heaven, 
One  with  the  Father  known, 

One  with  the  Spirit  through  Him  given 

From  yonder  glorious  throne  ! 

To  Thee  be  endless  praise, 

For  Thou  for  us  hast  died  : 
Be  Thou,  O  Lord,  through  endless  days 

Adored  and  magnified.  Matthew  Bridges, 


302  THANKSGIVING. 

*  '■Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  soul. '  * 
German   Choral. 

N'  OW  thank  we  all  our   God, 
With  hearts,  and  hands,  and  voices, 
Who  wondrous  things  hath  done, 
In  whom  His  world  rejoices  ; 
Who  from  our  mother's  arms 
Hath  blessed  us  on  our  way 
With  countless  gifts  of  love, 
And  still  is  ours  to-day. 

2  O  may  this  bounteous  God 
Through  all  our  life  be  near  us, 

With  ever  joyful  hearts 

And  blessed  peace  to  cheer  us ; 
And  keep  us  in  His  grace, 

And  guide  us  when  perplexed, 
And  free  us  from  all  ills 
In  this  world  and  the  next. 

3  All  praise  and  thanks  to  God 
The  Father  now  be  given, 

The  Son,  and  Him  who  reigns 
With  them  in  highest  heaven, 
The  One  eternal  God, 

Whom   heaven  and  earth  adore; 
For  thus  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

Alarfm  Rhtckart,  1644. 

Trans.  Catherine  Wink^vorth,  1858. 

^ All  thy  works  praise  Thee,  O  Lord ;  and  Thy  saints 
give  thanks  unto  Thee.^^ 

*]s,  6  lines. 

PRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise. 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days; 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy. 
Let  Thy  praise  our  tongues  employ : 
All  to  Thee,  O  God,  we  owe. 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow. 

2  All  the  blessings  of  the  fields, 
All  the  stores  the  garden  yields, 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain. 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  : 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 


THANKSGIVING.  303 

Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews, 
Suns  that  genial  warmth  diffuse 
All  the  plenty  summer  pours, 
Autumn's  rich,  o'erflowing  stores: 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

Peace,  prosperity,  and  health, 
Private  bliss,  and  public  wealth, 
Knowledge  with  its  gladdening  streams, 
Pure  religion's  holier  beams  ; 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

A7i7ia  L.  Barbauld,  1^72, 


**It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord,  and  to  sing 
praises  unto  Thy  name,  O  most  High. ' ' 

Ger7nan  Choral. 


PRAISE  to  the  Lord  !   He  is  King  over  all  the  creation  ! 
Praise  to  the  Lord  !  O  my  soul,  as  the  God  of  salvation  ! 

Join  in  the  song — 
Psaltery  and  harp,  roll  along 
Praise  in  your  solemn  vibration. 

2  Praise  to  the  Lord  !  Who  in  glorious  majesty  reigning, 
Beareth  Thee  upward,  on  wings  like  the  eagles  sustaining— 

Thee  to  uphold. 
Arms  of  His  mercy  enfold — • 
Faithful  'mid  all  Thy  complaining. 

3  Praise  to  the  Lord  !   Who  with  honor  and  blessing  hath 

crowned  thee, 
Pouring  His  gifts  out  of  heaven  like  showers  around  thee; 
Think  of  it  too. 
What  the  Almighty  can  do — 
How  by  His  love  He  hath  bound  thee. 

4  Praise  to  the  Lord  !  and  let  all  that  is  in  me  adore  Him  : 
All  that  hath  breath  sing,  with  Abraham's  children  before 

Him— 

He  is  our  light, 
Fountain  of  glory  and  might,     . 
Come,  let  us  kneel  and  adore  Him  ! 

yoachim  Neander. 

Trans.  Thomas  C.  Porter. 


304  NATIONAL    THANKSGIVING. 

NATIONAL  THANKSGIVING. 


O  let  the  nations  he  glad  and  sing  for  joy,  for  Thou  shall  Judge 
the  people  7'ighteously,  and  govern  the  nations  upon  earth. 

H.  M. 

EFORE  the  Lord  we  bow, 
The  God  who  reigns  above, 
And  rules  the  world  below, 

Boundless  in  power  and  love: 
Our  thanks  we  bring  in  joy  and  praise, 
Our  hearts  we  raise  to  heaven's  high  King. 

2  The  nation  Thou  hast  blessed 
May  well  Thy  love  declare, 

From  foes  and  fears  at  rest. 

Protected  by  Thy  care ; 
For  this  fair  land,  for  this  bright  day. 
Our  thanks  we  pay, — gifts  of  Thy  hand. 

3  May  every  mountain  height. 
Each  vale  and  forest  green. 

Shine  in  Thy  Word's  pure  light, 

And  its  rich  fruits  be  seen ; 
May  every  tongue  be  tuned  to  praise, 
And  join  to  raise  a  grateful  song. 

4  Earth  !  hear  thy  Maker's  voice. 
Thy  great  Redeemer  own  ; 

Believe,  obey,  rejoice. 

And  worship  Him  alone; 
Cast  down  thy  pride,  thy  sin  deplore, 
And  bow  before  the  Crucified. 

5  And  when  in  power  He  comes, 
Oh  !  may  our  native  land. 

From  all  its  rending  tombs. 

Send  forth  a  glorious  band, 
A  countless  throng,  ever  to  sing. 
To  heav'n's  high  King,  salvation's  song. 

Francis  Scott  Key,  1832,  altered, 

*  ^Blessed  is  the  nation  whose  God  is  the  Lord. ' ' 
6s  &  4?. 
OD  bless  our  native  land  ! 
y  Firm  may  she  ever  stand. 
Through  storm  and  night ; 


G 


MISSIONS.  ^Q- 


When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  winds  and  wave  ! 
Do  Thou  our  country  save, 
By  Thy  great  might. 

For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God  above  the  skies ; 

On  Him  we  wait ; 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guardian  with  watchful  eye  ! 
To  Thee  aloud  we  cry, — 

God  save  the  State  ! 


John  S.  Dwight,  1844. 


MISSIONS. 


** Freely  ye  have  received,  freely  give.''* 
4L3S  7^  &  6j-,   8  lines, 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains. 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain. 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle. 
Though  every  prospect  pleases. 

And  only  man  is  vile ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown. 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Can  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Can  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation  !  oh,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 
26*  u 


3o6  MISSIONS. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds.  His  story. 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Reginald  Heber,  1819. 

*  ^So  ^hall  He  sprinkle  many  nations. ' ' 
J^QQ  8j  &  'js,  8  lines. 

SAVIOUR  !    sprinkle  many  nations, 
Fruitful  let  Tliy  sorrows  be ; 
By  Thy  pains  and  consolations, 
Draw  the  Gentiles  unto  Thee. 
Of  Thy  cross  the  wondrous  story. 

Be  it  to  the  Gentiles  told ; 

Let  them  see  Thee  in  Thy  glory 

And  Thy  mercy  manifold. 

2  Far  and  wide,  though  all  unknowing, 

Pants  for  Thee  each  mortal  breast ; 
Human  tears  for  Thee  are  flowing, 

Human  hearts  in  Thee  would  rest. 
Thirsting  as  for  dews  of  even. 

As  the  new-mown  grass  for  rain ; 
Thee  they  seek,  as  God  of  heaven, 

Thee  as  Man  for  sinners  slain. 

3  Saviour,  lo  !   the  isles  are  waiting. 

Stretched  the  hand,  and  strained  the  sight, 
For  Thy  Spirit,  new  creating. 

Love's  pure  flame  and  wisdom's  light: 
Give  the  word,  and  of  the  preacher 

Speed  the  foot. and  touch  the  tongue; 
Till  on  earth  by  every  creature 

Glory  to  the  Lamb  be  sung. 

Arthur  Clevela7id  Coxe,  1851. 

''And  He  shall  set  up  an  ensign  for  the  nations.'' 
17  L.  M. 

UPLIFT  the  banner  !   Let  it  float 
Sky-ward  and  sea-ward,  high  and  \tide ; 
The  sun  shall  light  its  shining  folds, 
The  Cross,  on  which  the  Saviour  died. 


MORNING. 


307: 


2 


Uplift  the  banner  !  Angels  bend 

In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign, 
And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 

The  wonder  of  the  love  divine. 

3  Uplift  the  banner !   Heathen  lands 

Shall  see  from  far  the  glorious  sight. 
And  nations,  gathering  at  the  call, 
Their  spirits  kindle  in  its  light. 

4  Uplift  the  banner  !  Let  it  float 

Sky-ward  and  sea-ward,  high  and  wide ; 
Our  glory  only  in  the  Cross, 
Our  only  hope  the  Crucified. 

5  Uplift  the  banner  !   Wide  and  high 

Sea-ward  and  sky-ward  let  it  shine  : 
Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit  ours ; 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign. 

George  W.  Doane. 

*'  That  Thy  way  may  be  known  upon  earth  ;   Thy  saving  health 

a^nong  all  nations. ' ' 
7J-. 
ASTEN,  Lord  the  glorious  time, 
_  _      When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime. 

Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 
Mightiest  kings  His  power  shall  own, 

Heathen  tribes  His  name  adore ; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown. 

Bound  in  chains  shall  hurt  no  more. 
Then  shall  war  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain ; 
Righteousness  and  joy  and  peace 

Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 
Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord, 
Ever  praise  His  glorious  name ; 
All  His  mighty  acts  record. 

All  His  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

Harriet  Auber,  1829. 

MORNING. 


468 


H 


"J/y  mouth  shall  daily  speak  of  Thy  righteousness  and  salvation.^ ^ 

469  c  M 

AGAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray. 


308  MORNING. 

Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  Oh !  what  a  night  was  that,  which  wrapt 

The  heathen  world  in  gloom ! 
Oh !  what  a  Sun,  which  broke  this  day 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb ! 

3  Ten  thousand  mortal  lips  shall  join 

To  hail  this  welcome  morn. 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 

4  The  powers  of  darkness  leagued  in  vain 

To  bind  His  soul  in  death ; 
He  shook  their  kingdom,  when  He  fell, 
With  His  expiring  breath. 

5  Exalted  high  at  God's  right  hand, 

The  Lord  of  all  below. 
Through  Him  is  pardoning  love  dispensed. 
And  boundless  blessings  flow. 

6  And  still  for  erring,  guilty,  man 

A  Brother's  pity  flows ; 
And  still  His  bleeding  heart  is  touched 
With  memory  of  our  woes. 

7  To  Thee,  our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 

Glad  homage  we  will  give. 
And  stand  prepared  like  Thee  to  die. 
That  we  with  Thee  may  live ! 

Anna  L.  Barbauld,  1772. 

"  The  sun  shall  be  no  more  thy  light  by  day  ;  but  the  Lord  shall 
be  unto  thee  an  everlasting  lights 
8i-  &  yj",   8  lifies. 

RIGHTNESS  of  the  Father's  glory: 
Of  His  light  essential  ray ; 
Light  of  life,  all  light  enshrining; 

Day,  illumining  the  day: 
Jesus,  Sun  divine,  upon  us 

With  perpetual  brilliance  gleam ; 
Fill  our  hearts,  each  sense  enlighten, 

With  the  Spirit's  hallowing  beam. 
Thee  we  pray,  too,  Holy  Father, 

Fount  of  life,  and  Source  of  grace, 
By  the  cleansing  of  Thy  Spirit 

Taint  of  sin  from  us  efface : 


B 


471 


MORNING.  309 

In  each  strong  resolve  be  with  us, 

And  the  Tempter's  rage  subdue  ; 
Turn  to  good  each  sad  misfortune  j 

Be. our  guide  in  all  we  do. 

3  Rule  our  inmost  thought  and  action ; 

Grant  us  heavenly  purity, 
Faith  that  glows  with  holy  fervor, 

Incorrupt  simplicity. 
Feed  us  with  the  Bread  from  heaven. 

And  that  drink  that  cannot  cloy ; 
Comfort  us  in  all  our  weakness 

With  the  Spirit's  holy  joy. 

4  Thus  shall    speed  the  day  in  gladness, 

Modesty  like  dawn  shall  glow, 
Faith  shall  shine  as  light  at  noon-day, 

And  the  soul  no  night  shall  know. 
Praise  and  glory  to  the  Father, 

Praise  and  glory  to  the  Son, 
Praise  and  glory  to  the  Spirit, 

Ever  Three  and  ever  One. 

Ambj'ose,  340-397. 

Trans.  IF.  S.  Copeland,  altered. 

Awake  y  thou  that  sleep  est,  and  arise  from  the  dead,"" 

L.  M. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Redeem  thy  misspent  moments  past. 
And  live  this  day  as  if  thy  last ; 
Thy  talents  to  improve  take  care. 
For  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

3  Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere. 

Thy  conscience  like  the  noon-day  clear : 
Think  how  all-seeing  God  thy  ways. 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts  surveys. 

4  Awake,  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part. 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  glory  to  th'  eternal  King. 


3IO  MORNING. 

5  All  praise  to  Thee,  who  safe  hast  kept 
And  hast  refreshed  me  whilst  I  slept; 
Grant  J  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

6  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew ; 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew : 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

7  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say; 

That  all  my  powers  with  all  their  might 
In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

Thomas  Ken,  1697. 

"  Gott  lies  Himmels  und  der  Erden.^^ 
Germaji  Choral. 

C"^  OD  who  madest  earth  and  heaven, 
jj      Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Who  the  day  and  night  hast  given; 

Sun  and  moon  and  starry  host, 
All  things  wake  at  Thy  command, 
Held  in  being  by  Thy  hand. 

2  God,  I  thank  Thee  !  in  Thy  keeping 
Safely  have  I  slumber' d  here  ; 

Thou  hast  guarded  me  while  sleeping. 

From  all  danger,  pain,  and  fear : 
And  the  cunning  of  my  foe 
Hath  not  wrought  my  overthrow. 

3  Let  the  night  of  sin,  that  shrouded 
All  my  life,  with  this  depart ; 

Shine  on  me  with  beams  unclouded. 

Jesus  !   In  Thy  loving  heart 
Is  my  help  and  hope  alone, 
For  the  evil  I  have  done. 

4  Help  me  as  the  morn  is  breaking, 
In  the  spirit  to  arise. 

So  from  careless  sloth  awaking 

That  when  o'er  the  aged  skies 
Shall  the  morn  of  Doom  appear, 
I  may  see  it  free  from  fear. 

5  Lead  me  and  forsake  me  never. 
Guide  my  wand 'rings  by  Thy  Word  ; 


MORNING.  311 

As  Thou  hast  been,  be  Thou  ever 
My  Defence,  my  Refuge,  Lord. 
Never  safe  except  with  Thee, 
Thou  my  faithful  Guardian  be  ! 

6  O  my  God,  I  now  commend  me 

VViiolly  to  Thy  mighty  hand  ; 
All  the  powers  that  Thou  dost  lend  me 

Let  me  use  at  Thy  command  ; 
Thou  my  boast,  my  strength  divine, 
Keep  me  with  Thee,  I  am  Thine. 

7  Thus  afresh  with  each  new  morning 

Save  me  from  the  power  of  sin, 
Llourly  let  me  feel  Thy  warning. 

Ruling,  prompting  me  within, 
Till  my  final  rest  be  come, 
And  Thine  angel  bear  me  home. 

Henry  Albert,  1644. 

Trans.  Catherine  Winkworth. 

'^For  a  day  in  Thy  courts  is  better  than  a  thousand ^ 

\^^t  1^,  6  lines. 

~  AFELY  through  another  week, 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  His  courts  to-day : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  pray  for  pard'ning  grace, 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  Thy  reconciled  face. 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free. 
May  we  rest,  this  day,  in  Thee. 

3  Here  we  come  Thy  name  to  praise ; 
May  we  feel  Thy  presence  near : 

May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes. 

While  we  in  Thy  house  appear : 
Here  afford  us.  Lord  !  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints ; 


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312  MORNING. 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints: 
Thus  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 

John  Newton,  1779,  altered. 

*'To  show  forth  Thy  loving-kindness  in  the  morning,  and  Thy 
faithfulness  every  night. ^^ 
L.  M. 

Y  God  !  how  endless  is  Thy  love  ! 
Tliy  gifts  are  every  evening  new; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distill,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ! 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command ; 

To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings,  from  Thy  hand. 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 

^^Tn  all  thy  ways  acknowledge  Him,  and  He  shall  direct  thy  paths. ^* 

AS  the  sun  doth  daily  rise 
Bright' ning  all  the  morning  skies, 
So  to  Thee  with  one  accord 
Lift  we  up  our  hearts,  O  Lord ! 

2  Day  by  day  provide  us  food. 

For  from  Thee  come  all  things  good  ; 
Strength  unto  our  souls  afford 
From  Thy  living  Bread,  O  Lord  ! 

3  Be  our  Guard  in  sin  and  strife; 
Be  the  Leader  of  our  life ; 
Lest  like  sheep  we  stray  abroad. 
Stay  our  wayward  feet,  O  Lord ! 

4  Quickened  by  the  Spirit's  grace, 
All  Thy  holy  will  to  trace, 
While  we  daily  search  Thy  Word, 
Wisdom  true  impart,  O  Lord ! 

5  When  the  sun  withdraws  his  light ; 
When  we  seek  our  beds  at  night. 
Thou,  by  sleepless  hosts  adored, 
Hear  the  prayer  of  faith,  O  Lord ! 


MORNING. 


313 


6  When  the  hours  are  dark  and  drear, 
When  the  Tempter  lurketh  near, 

By  Thy  strength' ning  grace  outpoured, 
Save  the  tempted  ones,  O  Lord  ! 

7  Praise  we  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
Thee  would  we  with  one  accord 

Praise  and  magnify,  O  Lord  !  King  Alfred,  900. 

Trans.  Earl  Nelson,  i86^ 


N 


^'  But  let  us  who  are  of  the  day,  he  sober,  putting  on  the  breast- 
plate of  faith  and  love. ' ' 
L.  M. 

OW  with  the  rising,  golden  dawn, 
Let  us,  the  children  of  the  day, 
Cast  off  the  darkness  which  so  long 
Has  led  our  guilty  souls  astray. 

I  O  may  the  morn  so  pure,  so  clear. 
Its  own  sweet  calm  in  us  instill ; 
A  guileless  mind,  a  heart  sincere, 
Simplicity  of  word  and  will. 

;  And  ever,  as  the  day  glides  by. 
May  we  the  busy  senses  rein ; 
Keep  guard  upon  the  hand  and  eye, 
Nor  let  the  body  suffer  stain. 

|.  Grant  us  a  body  pure  within ; 
A  wakeful  heart,  a  ready  will ; 
That  no  dark  deed  nor  cherished  sin. 
The  fervor  of  the  soul  may  chill. 

;  Fill  Thou  our  souls,  Redeemer  true ! 
With  Thy  most  pure,  celestial  ray ; 
So  may  we  walk  in  safety  through 
All  the  temptations  of  this  day. 

I  Upon  our  fainting  souls  distill 
The  grace  of  Thy  celestial  dew ; 
Let  no  fresh  snare  to  sin  beguile, 
No  former  sin  revive  anew. 

^  Grant  us  the  grace,  for  love  of  Thee, 
To  scorn  all  vanities  below; 
Faith  to  detect  each  falsity; 

And  knowledge  Thee  alone  to  know. 

Latin  Hymn. 

2  7  Trans.  E.  Caswall. 


314  EVENING. 


O 


*^ Bow  down  Thine  ear  to  me,  and  deliver  7ne  speedily ^ 

:     C.  M. 
GOD,  bow  down  Thine  ear  on  earth, 
And  hear  Thy  children's  cry, 
And  fill  our  weak  and  throbbing  hearts 
With  blessings  from  on  high. 

2  Forsake  us  not,  O  loving  Lord, 
But  hear  us  while  we  pray ; 

And,  Jesus,  when  at  last  we  die. 
Wipe  all  our  tears  away. 

3  O  Jesus,  there  is  naught  to  fear. 
If  Thou  the  blessing  give  ; 

Keep  us  from  every  danger  free, 
And  guard  us,  while  we  live. 

4  Give  us  a  heart  to  love  Thee,  Lord ; 
And  Thine  Almighty  Son, 

And  may  we  love  the  Holy  Ghost 
While  this  short  life  we  run. 

F.  H.  [aetat.  X.) 


EVENING. 


^^ffe  will  not  suffer  thy  foot  to  he  moved :  He  that  keepeth  thee 

will  not  slimiber. ' ' 
L.  M. 
LIGHT  of  life,  O  Saviour  dear, 
Before  we  sleep,  bow  down  Thine  ear ; 
Through  day  and  dark,  o'er  land  and  sea, 
We  have  no  other  hope  but  Thee. 

2  Oft  from  Thy  royal  road  we  part. 
Lost  in  the  mazes  of  the  heart ; 
Our  lamps  put  out,  our  course  forgot. 
We  seek  for  God,  and  find  Hmi  not. 

3  What  sudden  sunbeams  cheer  our  sight  I 
What  dawning  risen  upon  the  night ! 
Thou  giv'st  Thyself  to  us,  and  we 
Find  Guide  and  Path  and  all  in  Thee. 

4  Through  day  and  darkness.  Saviour  dear. 
Abide  with  us  more  nearly  near ; 
Till  on  Thy  face  we  lift  our  eyes, 
The  Sun  of  God's  own  Paradise. 


EVENING.  315 

Praise  God,  our  Maker  and  bur  Friend  ! 
Praise  Him  through  time,  till  time  shall  end  ! 
Till  psalm  and  song  His  Name  adore 
Through  Heaven's  great  day  of  Evermore. 

Francis  T.  Palgrave, 

' '  There  is  sprung  up  a  light  for  the  righteous, 
L.  M. 

O  BLEST  Creator,  God  most  High, 
Great  Ruler  of  the  starry  sky, 
Who,  robing  day  with  beauteous  light. 
Hast  clothed  in  soft  repose  the  night. 

2  That  sleep  may  wearied  limbs  restore. 
And  fit  for  toil  and  use  once  more ; 
May- gently  soothe  the  careworn  breast. 
And  lull  our  anxious  griefs  to  rest ; 

3  We  thank  Thee  for  the  day  that's  gone ; 
We   pray  Thee,  now  the  night  comes   on : 
O  help  us  sinners  as  we  raise 

To  Thee  our  votive  hymn  of  praise. 

4  To  Thee  our  hearts  their  music  bring. 
To  Thee  our  lips  in  concord  sing ; 
To  Thee  our  rapt  affections  soar, 
And  Thee  our  chastened  souls  adore. 

5  Lord,  when  the  parting  beams  of  day 
In  evening's  shadows  fade  away. 

Let  faith  no  wildering  darkness  know. 
But  night  with  faith's  own  splendor  grow. 

J.  D.  Chambers), 

^^  Under  His  wi7jgs  shalt  thou  trusts 
L.  M. 

ALL  praise  to  Thee,  my  God  this  night. 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me.  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  almighty  wings. 
Forgive  me.  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 
Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
To  die,  that  this  vile  body  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 


31 6  EVENING. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close : 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply ; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  power  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  O  when  shall  I  in  endless  day 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away, 
And  praise  with  the  angelic  choir 
Incessant  sing,  and  never  tire. 

Thomas  Ken,  1697. 

*^And  at  even,  wheji  the  sun  did  set,  they  brought  unto  Him   all 

that  were  diseased. ' ' 
L.  M. 


481 


AT  even  ere  the  sun  was  set. 
The  sick,  O  Lord,  around  Thee  lay : 
Oh  !  in  what  divers  pains  they  met ! 
Oh  !  with  what  joy  they  went  away  ! 

Once  more  'tis  eventide,  and  we 

Oppressed  with  various  ills,  draw  near : 

What  if  Thy  form  we  cannot  see  ? 

We  know  and  feel  that  Thou  art  here. 

O  Saviour  Christ,  our  woes  dispel : 
For  some  are  sick,  and  some  are  sad. 

And  some  have  never  loved  Thee  well, 
And  some  have  lost  the  love  they  had. 

And  some  have  found  the  world  is  vain, 
Yet  from  the  world  they  break  not  free ; 

And  some  have  friends  who  give  them  pain, 
Yet  have  not  sought  a  friend  in  Thee. 

And  none,  O  Lord,  have  perfect  rest. 
For  none  are  wholly  free  from  sin ; 

And  they,  who*  fain  would  love  Thee  best, 
Are  conscious  most  of  wrong  within. 

O  Saviour  Christ,  Thou  too  art  Man, 

Thou  hast  been  troubled,  tempted,  tried ; 

Thy  kind  but  searching  glance  can  scan 
The  very  wounds  that  shame  would  hide. 


EVENING. 


317 


Thy  touch  has  still  its  ancient  power; 

No  word  from  Thee  can  fruitless  fall ; 
Hear  in  this  solemn  evening  hour, 

And  in  Thy  mercy  heal  us  all. 

H.  Twells. 


'*  Eve7i  the  night  shall  be  light  about  me. ' ' 

482  L.  M. 

SUN  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near; 
O  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes ! 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest, 
For  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  to  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick ;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store ; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night. 

Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take  j 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

yohn  Keble,  1827. 

''The  darkness  and  light  to  TJiee  are  both  alike,'' 
loj",   6  lines. 

THE  day  is  gently  sinking  to  a  close. 
Fainter  and  yet  more  faint  the  sunlight  glows; 
O  Brightness  of  Thy  Father's  glory.  Thou, 
Eternal  Light  of  Light,  be  with  us  now ; 
Where  Thou  art  present,  darkness  cannot  be : 
Midnight  is  glorious  noon,  O  Lord,  with  Thee. 
27* 


JlS  EVENING. 

2  Our  changeful  lives  are  ebbing  to  an  end, 
Onward  to  darkness  and  to  death  we  tend ; 

O  Conqueror  of  the  grave,  be  Thou  our  Guide, 
Be  Thou  our  Light  in  death's  dark  eventide  ; 
Then  in  our  mortal  hour  will  be  no  gloom. 
No  sting  in  death,  no  terror  in  the  tomb. 

3  Thou,  who  in  darkness  walking  didst  appear 
Upon  the  waves,  and  Thy  disciples  cheer. 

Come,  Lord,   in  lonesome  days,  when  storms  assail, 
And  earthly  hopes  and  human  succors  fail : 
When  all  is  dark,  may  we  behold  Thee  nigh, 
And  hear  Thy  voice,  ''Fear  not,  for  it  is  I." 

4  The  weary  world  is  mouldering  to  decay, 
Its  glories  wane,  its  pageants  fade  away ; 
In  that  last  sunset,  when  the  stars  shall  fall, 
May  we  arise,  awakened  by  Thy  call, 
With  Thee,  O  Lord,  forever  to  abide 

In  that  blest  day  which  has  no  eventide. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 

'^  Thou  shalt  not  be  afraid  for  the  terror  by  night.'' 

^s  &:  7o. 

AND  now  the  day  is  past  and  gone, 
Holy  God,  we  bow  to  Thee  ! 
Again,  as  nightly  shades  come  on. 
To  Thy  sheltering  side  we  flee. 

2  For  all  the  ills  this  day  hath  done 
Let  our  bitter  sorrow  plead ; 

And  keep  us  from  the  wicked  One, 
When  ourselves  we  cannot  heed.     • 

3  Rav'ning,  he  prowls  Thy  fold  around, 
In  his  watchful  circuitings; 

Father  !  this  night  let  us  be  found 
Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings. 

4  O !    when  shall  that  Thy  day  have  come, 
Day  ne'er  sinking  to  the  West ; 

That  country  and  that  holy  home 
Where  no  foe  shall  break  our  rest ! 

5  Now  to  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
We  our  feeble  voice  would  raise. 

With  Holy  Spirit,  joined  in  One, 

And,  from  age  to  age  would  praise  !     Latin  Hymn, 

Trans  t 


EVENING. 


3^9 


*^ I  will  lay  me  down  in  peace  and  sleep,  for  Thou  Lord,  only 
makest  fne  dwell  in  safety. ' ' 

(^^^  Gernian   Choral. 

QUIETLY  rest  the  woods  and  dales, 
Silence  round  the  earth  prevails, 
The  world  is  all  asleep  ; 
Thou,  my  soul  in  thought  arise, 
Seek  thy  Father  in  the  skies, 
And  holy  vigils  with  Him  keep. 

2  Sun,  where  hidest  thou  thy  light  ? 
Art  thou  driven  hence  by  night. 

Thy  dark  and  ancient  foe  ? 
Go  !  another  Sun  is  mine, 
Jesus  comes  with  light  divine 

To  cheer  my  pilgrimage  below. 

3  Now  that  the  day  has  passed  away, 
Golden  stars  in  bright  array 

Bespangle  the  blue  sky ; 
Bright  and  clear,  so  would  I  stand. 
When  I  hear  my  Lord's  command 

To  leave  this  earth  and  upward  fly. 

4  Now  this  body  seeks  for  rest, 
From  its  vestments  all-undrest, 

Types  of  mortality. 
Christ  shall  give  me  soon  to  wear, 
Garments    beautiful  and  fair, — 

White  robes  of  glorious  majesty. 

5  Head,  and  feet,  and  hands  once  more, 
Joy  to  think  of  labor  o'er, 

And  night  with  gladness  see. 
Oh,  my  heart,  thou  too  shalt  know 
Rest  from  all  thy  toil  below. 

And  from  earth's  turmoil  soon  be  free. 

6  Weary  limbs,  now  rest  ye  here, 
Safe  from  danger  and  from  fear. 

Seek  slumber  on  this  bed  ; 
Deeper  rest  ere  long  to  share. 
Other  hands  shall  soon  prepare 

My  narrow  couch  among  the  dead. 

7  While  mine  eyes  I  gently  close, 
Stealing  o'er  me  soft  repose. 


320 


EVENING. 

Who  shall  my  Guardian  be  ? 
Soul  and  body  now  I  leave — 
And  Thou  wilt  the  trust  receive, 

O  Israel's  Watchman  !  unto  Thee. 

8  O  my  friends,  from  you  this  day 
May  all  ill  have  fled  away, 

No  danger  near  have  come  ; 
Now,  my  God,  these  dear  ones  keep, 
Give  to  Thy  beloved  sleep, 
And  angels  send  to  guard  their  home. 

Paul  GerJiardt. 

Trans.  Jane  Borthivick. 

The  Lord  shall  give  His  people  the  blessing  of  peace.''' 

SAVIOUR,  again  to  Thy  dear  Name  we  raise 
With  one  accord  our  parting  hymn  of  praise ; 
Once  more  we  bless  Thee  ere  our  worship  cease. 
Then,  lowly  kneeling,  wait  Thy  word  of  peace. 

Grant  us  Thy  peace  upon  our  homeward  way ; 
With  Thee  begun,  with  Thee  shall  end  the  day ; 
Guard  Thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts  from  shame, 
That  in  this  house  have  called  upon  Thy  name. 

Grant  us  Thy  peace,  Lord,  thro'  the  coming  night, 
Turn  Thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light ; 
From  harm  and  danger  keep  Thy  children  free, 
For  dark  and  light  are  both  alike  to  Thee. 

Grant  us  Thy  peace  throughout  our  earthly  life. 
Our  Balm  in  sorrow,  and  our  Peace  in  strife; 
Then,  when  Thy  voice  shall  bid  our  conflict  cease. 
Call  us,  O  Lord,  to  Thine  eternal  peace. 

John  Elle7'ion. 


DOXOLOGIES.  321 

DOXOLOGIES. 


p 


T 


L.  M. 

[RAISE  God  from  Whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host : 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

2  L.  M. 

*0  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven ; 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

L.  M. 
^^T^  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 

JIL       The  God  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was  of  old. 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

C.  M. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  adored. 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  Him  known. 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

C.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now. 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

6  S.  M. 

To  the  eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  one ; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Coequal  honors  done. 


J 


S.  M. 

ESUS,  our  risen  Lord, 

We  praise  Thee,  and  adore. 
Who  art  with  God  the  Father  one. 
And  Spirit  evermore. 

V 


p 


322  DOXOLOGIES. 

8  7^. 

ING  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host. 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

'JS. 

I  RAISE  the  name  of  God  most  high. 
Praise  Him  all  below  the  sky. 
Praise  Him  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
As  through  countless  ages  past. 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 

8s  &  ys. 
ONOR,  glory,  might,  dominion. 
To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
With  the  everlasting  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

8s  &  7^. 
ORD,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 
Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored : 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord  ! 

LORY  to  our  God,  and  honor; 
Highest  He  above  all  height ; 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit, 

One  in  praise,  and  one  in  might ; 
Might  and  praise  enduring  ever. 
In  the  changeless  realms  of  light. 

8s  &  7^,   6  fines. 
^O  the  everlasting  Father, 
To  the  everlasting  Son, 
To  the  coeternal  Spirit, 

Undivided  Three  in  One, 
Honor,  praise,  dominion,  blessing, 
Now  and  evermore  be  done. 

8s,  'JS  «&  4f. 

GLORY  be  to  God  the  Father, 
Glory  to  th'  eternal  Son; 
Sound  aloud  the  Spirit's  praises ; 
Join  the  elders  round  the  throne. 
Hallelujah, 
Hail  the  glorious  Three  in  One. 


H 


L' 


G' 


DOXOLOGIES.  223 

15  H.  M. 

TO  God,  the  only  wise, 
The  one  immortal  King; 
Let  Alleluias  rise 

From  ev'ry  living  thing; 
Let  earth  and  heaven,  with  all  their  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

L.  P.  M. 

N'  OW  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  power  and  glory  giv'n. 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne. 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

17  c.  p.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God,  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host, 
And  saints  on  earth  adore  j 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past. 
And  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

7x  &  6s.     Iambic, 

PRAISE  be  to  God  the  Father; 
Praise  be  to  God  the  Son ; 
And  praise  to  God  the  Spirit, 
The  glorious  Three  in  One ; 
With  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 

We  worship  and  adore. 
Thy  Triune  name  most  holy, 
Now  and  forevermore. 

7 J-  &  6s.      Tj'ochaic. 

FEATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  whom  we  adore, 
Join  we  with  the  heav'nly  host. 

To  praise  Thee  evermore; 
Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored. 

Three  in  One,  One  in  Three, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
All  glory  be  to  Thee. 


T 


6s  &  45-. 
O  God,  the  Father,  Son 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 


324  DOXOLOGIES. 

All  praise  be  given  ! 
Crown  Him  in  every  song; 
To  Him  our  hearts  belong ; 
Let  all  His  praise  prolong, 

On  earth,  in  heaven  ! 


lOS. 


LOUD  raise  the  hymn  of  glory  to  the  Lord, 
By  Cherubim  and  Seraphim  adored  ; 
Join  the  glad  strain  of  heav'n's  triumphant  host 
Praising  the  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


CONTENTS. 


HYMNS. 

Sundays  in  Advent i-  23 

Christmas 24-  33 

St.  Stephen's  Day ^. 34-  36 

St.  John's  "    37- 40 

Innocents'         "    41 

Sundays  after  Christmas 42-  $0 

-The  Circumcision 5^-  5^ 

Epiphany 57-  67 

Sundays  after  Epiphany 68-  99 

Septuagesima 100-105 

Sexagesima 106-112 

quinquagesima ii3-ii8 

Ash  Wednesday 1 19-123 

Sundays  in  Lent 124-165 

Passion  Week 166-184 

Easter  Even 185-189 

Easter  Sunday 190-201 

Easter   Monday 202-205 

Sundays  after  Easter • 206-234 

Ascension  Day 235-243 

Sunday  after  Ascension 244-252 

Whitsunday 253-261 

Whitmonday 262-265 

Trinity 266-271 

Sundays  after  Trinity 272-402 

Sundays  before  Advent 403-423 

Holy  Communion 424-431 

28  ■  3*5 


326  CONTENTS. 

HYMNS. 

Holy  Baptism 432-434 

Confirmation 435 

Marriage : 436-437 

Ordination  and  Installation  of  Ministers 438-441 

Ordination  and  Installation  of  Elders  and  DEAC0J4S..442 

Burial  of  the   Dead 443-445 

Service  at  Sea 446-450 

Laying  of  a  Corner  Stone 451-452 

Consecration  of  a  Church 453-455 

Consecration  of  a  Burial  Ground... 456 

Thanksgiving ,, 457-462 

National  Thanksgiving 463-464 

Missions 465-468 

Morning 469-477 

Evening ....478-486 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN. 

Abide  among  us  with  Thy  grace 76 

Abide  with  mc  ;  fast  falls  the  f.veiUide...  203 

"  A'lide  with  us  ;"   the  shades  of  eve 204 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 469 

Alas  1  and  did  my  Savioui  bleed 104 

Alas,   dear   Lord,   what    law   then   hast 

Thou  broken, 170 

Alleluia,  slug  to  Jesus 200 

Alleluia,  song  of  sweetness 99 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 205 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell 457 

All   praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night..  480 

All  praise  to  Thee,  O  Lord 73 

All  that  I  was — my  sin,  my  guilt 334 

Almighty  Father,  hear  our  cry 446 

Almighty  G  )d,  Thy  word  is  cast 107 

Always  with  us,  always  with  us 222 

Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears 283 

And  now  the  day  is  past  and  gone 484 

An  exile  for  the  faith 37 

As  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again 444 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !   blessed  sleep 411 

As  the  sun  doth  daily  rise 475 

A  strong  tower  is  the  Lord  our  God 137 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old 62 

At  even  ere  the  sun  was  set 481 

At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 194 

Awake  and  sing  the  song 360 

Awake,  glad  soul  !   awake  !  awake  ! 191 

Awake  my  soul  and  with  the  sun 471 

Awake  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve loi 


B. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 

Before  the  Lord  we  bow 

Behold  me  here,  in  grief  draw  near 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Behold  !  the  grace  appears 

Behold  the  sin-atoning  Lamb 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace 

Behold  where  in  a  mortalform 

B-'yond  the  glittering,  starry  skies 

Blessed  are  the  s  ns  of  God 

Blessed  Jesus,  here  we  stand 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Body  of  Jesus,  Oh  sweet  food 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  we  feed 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion 

Briahtest  and  best  of  the   sons  of  the 

mjrning  

Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory 

Brought  to  the  font  with  holy  care 

By  the  angel's  word  of  love 

By  the  blood  that  flowed  from  Thee 

By  the  first  bright  Easter-Day 


397 
463 
^35 
242 

44 
164 
98 

347 
252 

317 

434 

47 

279 

430 
424 

388 

59 
470 
306 

67 
184 
261 


Calm  they  sit  with  closed  door 

Captain  of  Israel's  host,  and  Guide , 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 

Christ  above  all  glory  seated 

Christ  is  made  the  sure  Foundation 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  s'<y 

Christ  will  come  and  not  delay 

Cleft  are  the  rocks,  the  earth  doth  quake. 
Come,  ever-blessed  Spirit,  come 


207 
320 
383 
243 
454 
193 
66 

417 
172 

435 


„  HYMN. 

L-ome,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove...  265 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  Let 254 

Come,  Holy  S,  iiit,  come  With 351 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above 255 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove! 264 

Come,  kingdom  of  our  God 15 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 165 

Come,  O  Creator,  Spirit  blest 322 

Come,  quickly  come,  dread  Judge  of  all..  19 

Come  sound   His  praise  abroad 337 

Come,  Thou  Redeemer  of  the  Earth 22 

Come  we  that  love  the  Lord 371 

Come  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  lan- 
guish  : 149 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 352 

Crown  Him  with  many  crowns 459 

D. 

Day  of  vengeance  without  morrow 414 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above 345 

Dear  Father,  to  Thy  mercy-seat... 136 

Dear  I  ord  !   I  give  my  heart  to  Thee 331 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul 138 

Dear  Saviour,  we  are  Thine   301 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep? 326 

Down  from  the  mountain,  Jesus  came...  78 

Draw  nigh,  all  ye  faithful 29 

E. 

Eternal  Beam  of  light   divine 

Eternal   Word !     God's   true   and 
Son 


only 


134 
SS 


Fair  vision !  how  thy  distant  gleam 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 

Far  beyond  all  comprehension 

Father,  blessing  every  seed-time 

Father  of  eternal  grace 

Father  of  lights  !  to  Thee  we  pray 

Father  of  mercies  !    condescend 

Father  of  mercies,  send,  Thy  grace , 

Father  1  our  hearts  we  lift... , 

Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  hear , 

Father,  'tis  Thine  each  day  to  yield 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Fierce  raged  the  storm  of  wind 

Fierce  raged  the  tempest  o'er  the  deep., 

Forever  here  m.y  rest  shall  be 

Forever  with  the  Lord 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky 

Forth  to  the  land  of  promise  bound 

For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace 

For  Thy  true  servants.  Lord 

Forty  days  and  forty  nights 

From   all  Thy  saints  in  warfare 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 


Give  us,  O  Lord,  the  eye  of  faith..., 
Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken. 

Glory  and  laud  and  honor 

Glory  be  to  Jesus 

Glory,  glory  to  our  King 

Glory  to  Thee,  O  Lord 

God  bless  our  native  land 

God  bless  the  calm  and  holy  cheer.. 


401 
148 

iia 
230 
288 
224 
442 
276 

45 
36s 
353 
312 

84 

85 
183 
221 
400 

82 
321 

56 

35 
125 

34 
465 


289 

354 
159 
179 
244 
41 


328 


INDEX    OF    FIRST   LINES. 


HYMN. 

God  in  His  earthly  temples  lays 70 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 16 

God,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope 146 

God  of  all  power,  and  truth,  and  grace..  307 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace 90 

God,  who  madest  earth  and  heaven 472 

Gracious  Spirit!  Love  divine 257 

Granted  is  the  Saviour's  prayer 259 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear 11 

Great  Prophet  of  my  God 213 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah 109 

H. 

Hail,  Jesus  !  Israel's  Hope  and  Light !..  i 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise 235 

Hail !  Thou  long-expected  Jesus 43 

Hail  !  Thou  Source  of  every  blessing....  10 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed 61 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 197 

Hark!  a  thrilling  voice  proclaiming 17 

Hark    the    glad    sovmd  !     the    Saviour 

comes  ! 13 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing 24 

Hark!  the  song  of  jubilee 420 

Hark,  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 171 

Hark,  through  the  courts  of  heaven 285 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices 26 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 468 

Health    of    the    weak   to    make    them 

strong 290 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives 212 

Here  at  Thy  table,  Lord!  we  meet 429 

Here,  O  my  Lord,  I  see  Thee  face  to  face  380 

Here  on  earth,  where  foes  surround  us..  385 

High  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes 31 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 335 

Holy  Ghost  !   dispel  our  sadness 349 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord 269 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  Almighty  267 

Holy  Saviour,  we  adore  Thee 405 

Hosanna,  raise  the  pealing  hymn 158 

Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord! 2 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  light 209 

Hosanna  to  the  royal  Son 69 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 343 

How  oft,  slas  !   this  wre'ched  heart 103 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds...  53 

How  welcome  was  the  call 436 

I. 

If  Christ  is  mine,  then  all  is  mine 231 

I  love  Thee,  O  most  gracious  Lord 145 

I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord 302 

In  all  our  wanderings  here  below 323 

In  His  temple  now  behold  Him 46 

In  the  name  of  God  the  Father 425 

I  thirst.  Thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God...  no 

It  is  not  death  to  die 443 

I  will  love  Thee — all  my  treasure 147 

J- 

ferusalem,  my  happy  home 413 

ferusalem,  the  golden 421 

Jesus!  and  shall  it  ever  be? 112 

fesus,  exalted  far  on  high 363 

[esus,  I  live  to  Thee 304 

Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name 50 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 291 

Jesus  invites  His  saints 431 

Jesus  lives  and  so  shall  1 192 


HYMN. 

Jesus  lives,  no  longer  now 198 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  kneel  before  Thee 141 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  Thee 299 

Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul 155 

Jesu^,  Master  of  the  feast 280 

Jesus,  most  merciful   and  kind 394 

Jesus,  my  eternal  Trust 208 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace 233 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All 372 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  'tis  sw«et  to  rest 228 

Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  let  me  share 215 

Jesus,  o'er  the  grave  victorious 234 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  who  tempted  wast 124 

Jesus,  Refuge  of  the  weary 117 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 65 

Jesus,  the  Author  of  our  life 186 

Jesus,  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep 211 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 367 

Jesus,  Thou   art  my  righteousness 377 

Jesus,  Thou  joy  of  loving  hearts 313 

Jesus,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 163 

Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 114 

Jesus,  Thv  Church  with  longing  eyes...  23 

Jesus,  to  Thy  cross  I   hasten 142 

Jesus,  we  sing  Thy  matchless  grace 359 

Jesus,  who  hath  gone  before  us 227 

Jesus,  with  all  Thy  saints  above 154 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 370 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 14 

Just  as  I  am — without  one  plea 139 

L. 

Lead  kindly  light,  amid  the   encircling 

gloom 324 

Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art...  217 

Let  saints  below  in  con^-ert  sing 358 

Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word 281 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates 329 

Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart 295 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 9 

Light's  abode,  celestial  Salem 356 

Lo  !  from  the  desert  home 18 

Lo  !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending..  8 

Lo,  the  day  of  Christ's  appearing 416 

Look,  ye  saints  !  the  sight  is  glorious 241 

Lord,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee 300 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin 133 

Lord,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day 418 

Lord,  in  Thy  kingdom,  there  shall  be 278 

Lord  !  in  Thy  name  Thy  servants  plead..  229 

Lord  !  let  my  heart  still  turn  to  Thee....  373 

Lord,  like  the  publican  I  stand 333 

Lord  of  glory  !  Ihou  hast  bought  us 393 

Lord  of  life,  whose  words  have  taught 

us 115 

Lord  of  the  hearts  of  men 116 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 49 

Lord,  once  afar  removed  from  Thee 348 

Lord,  pour  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high 438 

Lord,  Thine  appointed  servants  bless...  440 

Lord,  when  before  Thy  throne  we  meet..  426 
Lord,  with    glowing    heart    I'd   praise 

Thee 336 

Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling 97 

M. 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned. 378 

Master,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  cry 247 

May  we  Thy  precepts.  Lord,  fulfil 286 

Mighty  Saviour,  gracious  King 250 

Moses  from  Sinai  brings  the  law 339 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


329 


153 
40 


-,       ,  _      ,  HYMN. 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 341 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee 292 

My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love 474 

My  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art 282 

My  God  !  permit  my  ton^e.  310 

My  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys 396 

My  Hope,  my  All,  my  Saviour  Thou...  287 

My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend 315 

My  sins,   my  sins,  my  Saviour 122 

My  soul  repeat  His  praise 403 

My  spirit  on  Thy  care 303 

N. 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 128 

No  more,  my  God  !  I  boast  no  more 308 

No  more  sadness  now,  nor  fasting 02 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 

Not  by  the  martyr's  death  alone, 

Not  by  Thy  mighty  hand 

Not  in   anything  we  do 108 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord .'.'.'.'.'*  338 

Now,  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise 342 

Now  may  He,  who,  from  the  dead 214 

Now,  my  soul,  thy  voice  upraising 175 

Now  thank  we  all  our  God 460 

Now  the  Church's  song  of  gladness..^..  102 

Now  with  the  rising  golden  dawn 476 

O. 

O  blessed  Lord  !  the  earth  is  Thine 14^ 

O  blest  Creator,  God  most  high 470 

O  Bread  to  pilgrims  given 314 

O  Christ,  Redeemer  of  our  race 30 

O  Christ,  Thou  glorious  Ki  ig,  we  own..  369 

O  come,  O  come  Emmanuel 3 

O  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing...'.'.'.!!!  42 

O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking..!.'.'  4 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 332 

O  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray 251 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing .!!  80 

O  Fount  of  good,  to  own  Thy  love 

O  God,  bow  down  Thine  ear  on  earth 

O  God  unseen,  yet  ever  near 427 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past !!!!!  384 

U  God,  who  lovest  to  abide 4=-^ 

O  Guardian  of  the  Church  divine..!!!!!"  297 

Oh  !  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth.  340 

O  help  us  I  ord,  each  hour  of  need i-^o 

O  Holy  Ghost,  Thy  heavenly  dew ats 

O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 266 

O  Holy  Lord,  our  God 


/-v  I        •  T  ,.  HYMN. 

O  loving  Jesus,  for  us  crucified ^jos 

O  Master  it  is  good  to  be qZ 

O  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem ^gg 

Once  more,  O  Lord,  Thy  sign  shall  be.!  7 

One  sole  bapti  mal  sign ,64 

On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry!!!!!!  12 

On  the  fount  of  life  eternal 201 

O  Paradise,  O   Paradise "!..  .^^ 

O  sacred  Head  now  wounded !!!!  j-, 

O  Saviour,  who  at  Nain's  gate !!!!!!  ol~ 

O  Saviour,  who  for  man  hast  trod...! 2-8 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 26:5 

O  Thou,  at  whose  divine  command !  106 

O  Thou,  descended  from  above 274 

O  Thou  eternal  Victim  slain !.".'."  jfg 

O  Thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows.!  127 

O  Thou  Majesty  divine j_^ 

O  Thou,  pure  Light  of  souls  in  nee'd!!!!  rll 
O  Ihou,  the  Lord  and  Life  of  those 


162 
310 


O  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight!!.     ,81 
O  Thou,  who  didst  prepare ^.^ 


449 

38 

350 


O  Thou,  who  gav'st  Thy  servant  grace 
O  Thou,  who  makest  souls  to  shine 

O  Thou,  who  once  on  Tabor's  hill q. 

O  Thou,  who  through  this  holy  week.!!!!  160 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed...  22:1 

Our  God  is  love  ;  and  all  His  saints 272 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls 277 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 236 

Our    year    of   grace    is    wearing   to    its 

close 

4" 

20 


275 
477 


O  Holy  Spirit,  come !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!     328 

Oh,  what,  if  we  are  Christ's !.".'.'.'.'!!     20A 


Oh  !  who  like  Thee,  so  calm,  so'bright 
O  Jesus,  God  and  Man.. 

O  Jesus,  in  Thy  torture 

O  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful 


294 
366 

71 

178 

75 


O  very  God  of  very  God !!..... 

O  worship  the  King !!!!!'.'.'.','!!  380 

P. 

Pardon'd  through  redeeming  grace 4^2 

Past  is  her  day  of  grace 307 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair...'.!!!!!  404 

Praise  to  (Jod,  immortal  praise 461 

Praise  to  Thee,  O  Lord  most  holy !!  36 

Praise  to  the  Lord  I  He  is  king  over  aU.  462 

Q. 

Quietly  rest  the  woods  and  dales 485 


from 


R. 

guilt, 


redeem'd    from 


P  Jesus  I  Lord  of  heavenly  grace!!!.'.'!!!!  246 

O  Jesus,  our  salvation.. 140 

U  Jesus,  Saviour  of  the  lost 376 

P  Jesus,  Thou  the  Beauty  art !  302 

p  Jesus,  who  art  gone  before 248 

O  Lamb  of  God,  who  bleeding  174 

p  Light  of  life,  O  Saviour  dear.!.!!.'.'.'!!!!!!  478 

p  Lord,  be  with  us  when  we  sail 447 

p  Lord,  how  j  yful  'tis  to  see 02 

O  Lord  of  health  and  life,  what  tongue 

can  tell ^ 

P  Lord  of  hosts  vvhose'gl'oI^"fiiis.!!!!!!!!!!  aS. 

O  Lord   refresh  Thy  flock ^2- 

p  Lord,  the  wilderness  to  me "*  i6o 

O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art..   '  -k, 
28* 


Redeem'd 

fears ._^ 

Rejoice  all  ye  believers !!!."! 'fig 

Rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King !!!!!!.'!!  219 

Resting  from  His  work  to-day !! 185 

Rest  of  the  weary  I    Thou 1S8 

Re^t,    weary  Son    of  God ;  and   I  with 

Thee jg 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me!!!!!!!!!."!!!!!!.!!!.  132 

Ride  on.  ride  on  in  majesty .!!!!  1^7 

Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated...!!!!!.'!!.'  398 

S. 
Safely  through  another  week 473 

Salvation  !  Q  the  joyful  sound "        83 

Saved    by   Thy    blood,    the    Red    Sea 

c"^^^'^ -. 218 

baviour,  again  to  Thy  dear  Name  we 

e  raise ^86 

baviour  !  sprinkle  many  nations 460 

Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee ua 

See  now  fulfilled  what  God  decreed  ..!!!  6o 

See  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph...  237 

bee  what  unbounded  zeal  and  love 161 

Send  us  Thy  <;howers  of  grace,  that  we..  271 

bhepherd  of  tender  youth 433 


330 


INDEX   OF   FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN. 

Shine  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine 87 

Shout,  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns 91 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive 126 

Silence  in  the  h  use  of  prayer 189 

Since  we  kept  the  Saviour's  birth 273 

Sing  Alleluia  forth  in  duteous  praise 458 

Sing  my  tongue,  the  glorious  battle 150 

Soldiers  of  Christ  !  arise 387 

S  mgs  of  thanlcfulness  and  praise 58 

Son  of  God,  eternal  Word 382 

Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high 316 

Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love 256 

Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear 482 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 180 


Teacn  me,  my  God  and  King 

That  Eabter-tide  with  joy  was  rife 

The  ancient  law  departs 

The  burden  of  my  sins,  O  Lord 

The  Church  has  waited  long 

The  day  is  gently  sinking  to  a  close 

Thee,  O  God,  we   humbly  praise 

The  God  of  mercy  warns  us  all 

The  golden  gates  are  lifted  up 

The  Head,  that  once  was  crowned  with 

thorns 

The    Lamb's    high    banquet    called   to 

share 

The  Lord  descended  from  above 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 

Thi  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 

The  Lord  of  life  is  risen 

The  Lord  of  might  from  Sinai's  brow... 
The    Lord   will   come — the   earth  shall 

quake 

The  ocean  hath  no  danger 

There  is  a  blessed  home 

There  is  a  dwelling-place  above 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 

The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn 

The  royal  banners  forward  go 

The  Saviour!  O  what  endless  charms... 

The  solemn  season  calls  us  now 

The  Son  of  Man  shall  come 

The  strain  upraise  of  joy  and  praise 

The  things  of  the  earth  in  the  earth  let 

us  lay 

The    trump    shall    sound    and    in    the 

clouds 

The  voice  that  breathed  o'er  Eden 

The   whole    creation  groans  and  waits.. 

The  world  is  very  evil 

Thine  forever  !   God  of  love 

This    is   My  Body,  which   is  given  for 

you 

This  stone  to  Thee  in  faith  we  lay 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 

Thou  art  the  Way  ;  to  Thee  alone 

Thou  hidden  source  of  calm  repose 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead 

Thou  knowest.  Lord,  the  weariness  and 

sorrow 

Thou,    Lord,   baptiz'd    in    Thine    own 

blood 

Thou  Lord  of  all  above 

1  hou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight 

Thou  loving  Saviour  of  mankind 

Thou  that  art  the  Father's  word 

Thou,  who  dost  build  for  us  on  high 


93 
206 

52 
131 

los 

483 
268 
100 
249 

232 

190 
450 
196 
210 
220 

195 
216 

409 
448 
226 

391 
144 

355 
151 
362 
120 

415 
199 

445 

456 
437 
318 
422 
309 

167 
452 
245 
72 
81 
423 

123 

270 
129 
368 
121 
64 
225 


HYMN. 

Thou,    who    hast    called    us    by    Thy 

Word 379 

Thou,  who  on  that  wondrous  journey...  113 
Through    all    the    changing  scenes   of 

life 386 

Through  Israel's  coasts,  in  times  of  old..  77 
Thy    blood,    O   Christ,  hath    made  our 

peace 51 

Thy  glory  Thou  didst  manifest 74 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 88 

'Tis  gone — the  sacred  day  is  o'er 402 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow 168 

To  Christ,  the  Prince  of  peace iii 

To   Christ,  whose  cross     repaired    our 

loss 181 

To  God,  the  only  wise 311 

To  Jesus  our  exalted  Lord 428 

To  the  Name  of  our  salvation 54 

I'o  the  throne  He  left,  victorious 240 

To  Zion's  hill  I   lift  mine  eyes 390 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night...  166 

U." 

Uplift  the  banner!   Let  it  float 467 

Upon  the  solitary  mountain's  height 96 

V. 
Vain  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men 349 

W. 

Watchman  !    tell  us  of  the  night 5 

We  L  less  Thee  for  Thy  Church,  O  Lord.  262 

We,  in  ourselves,  unrighteous  are 395 

We  love  the  place,  O  God 298 

Welcome  !    that  star  in  Judah's  sky 63 

We  need  Thee,  Saviour,  when  dear  eyes 

are  closing 408 

We  sing  His  love,  who  once  was  slain..  410 

We  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died...  152 

What  grace,  0  Lord,  and  beauty  shone..  296 

What  star  is  this  with  beams  so  bright..  57 

When  from  the  city  (  four  God 344 

When    God   of    old    came   down  from 

heaven 253 

When  I  surv'ey  the  wondrous  cross 176 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still 27 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain...  33 

When  scorn'd  by  Zion,  David's  Son 330 

When  shades  of  night  around  us  close...  21 

When  the  Architect  Almighty  fashion'd.  455 

When  this  goodly  world  to  frame 284 

When  the  faithful  were  assembled 260 

When  two  friends  on  Easter-Day 202 

When  wounded  sore,  the  stricken  soul...  374 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands.  239 
While   shepherds  watched  their  flocks 

by  night 25 

While   Thou,  O  my  God,  art  my  Help 

and  Defender 86 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom?....  182 

Within  the  Father's  house 68 

Y. 

Ye  angel  hosts  above 361 

Ye  saints  proclaim  abroad 48 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 439 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose 201 

Your  hearts,  ye  trembling  saints 407 


Zion,  the  marvellous  story  be  telling 28 


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